The Eighth God Ch. 07

"Ahem..." The mage cleared his throat. "My prince, are you absolutely certain you wish to go through with this blood ritual?"

"Are you not confident in your ability to perform it?" The prince turned to the mage.

"No... The ritual itself is quite simple, but it is very powerful. And the consequences should either party break the oath... is quite severe." The mage said haltingly.

Jacob waved his hand. "You don't need to remind me. I've seen what happens first hand." He sat down next at the table, motioning Eliana to do so as well. "Let's get on with it."

"My prince..." The mage pushed on. "If I may be so bold, as I understand it, your side of the oath is considerably more difficult to uphold than the lady's..."

Eliana began to open her mouth in protest, but Jacob waved to interrupt her. "I understand, mage. Now please, start the ritual."

The mage gulped, and understood from the tone of Jacob's voice that he did not wish to hear anything else. "Very well, your highness. Please take these knives," He said, handing out two silver daggers to the countess and the prince. "And draw a bit of blood to place on the stone. A mere drop or two will suffice."

The pair did as the mage asked, and the mage began to chant. The words which flowed from the mage's mouth were ancient in origin, dating back to an era even before the God Wars days. The oathstone began to glow with a faint blue light, and rose, trembling slightly, a few inches off the table.

"Now, hold each other's hands directly above the stone, and say your oaths." The mage said, his eyes closed in concentration.

"I, Eliana Vero Eryon, swear to give the prince Jacob Volk the information I have at my disposal, for the purpose of him becoming king. As long as the prince fulfills his promises, this oath shall hold." Eliana recited her prepared oath, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

"And I, Jacob Volk, swear to take Eliana Vero Eryon as my queen, and do her no harm. As long as the countess proves useful in my becoming king. As long as the countess fulfills her promises, this oath shall hold."

"Very good." The mage said. "And it is done." The stone fell to the table as the mage finished chanting, and crumbled into dust.

"That's all?" The countess asked, surprised.

The mage shrugged. "As I said. It is a simple ritual." He said as he cleaned up the table and prepared to leave.

"Wait." The countess said. "I have some questions."

The mage stopped and turned to her expectantly.

"What if I come to harm by the prince by accident or unintentionally?"

"The magic reads your oaths through your intentions, not your words. It's a very intuitive spell, really. It's not a legal document." The mage said. "It'll only turn on you if one of you betrays the other with full intention of doing so." He paused. "In that way, it's really one of the safest spells out there."

"Very good, mage." The prince said impatiently. "Be on your way." He nodded to the twins behind him, and they brought out a large pouch of gold. "For your troubles." The ritual and the oathstone were certainly not cheap.

After the mage nodded his thanks and left them, Jacob turned to the countess and asked. "Satisfied? Now tell me what it is that you think was worth all this."

Eliana glanced at the twins. "Don't worry about them." Jacob frowned. "Tell me, quickly!"

The countess walked up to him, and whispered conspiratorially. "The queen is fucking the first prince, Ravon."

Jacob stepped back, stunned. His mouth dropped open, but he felt a grin creeping in. "You're sure about this...?"

"Yes. I witnessed them personally."

"H-how did you find out?" Jacob stammered in his amazement.

"Remember when you left me after you fucked my ass?" Eliana said accusingly. "I was lost in that maze of a palace, and stumbled on the pair of them. I made sure to remember the way to the room they were in, in case it was their meeting place of choice."

Jacob covered his mouth with his hand as he fell deep into thought. "Yes... It doesn't matter if we don't have proof."

"What is your plan?" The countess asked curiously.

Jacob smiled. Oh... This is going to be delicious. He thought to himself. "We'll have to catch them in the act..." He said out loud, the smile on his face turning into an evil grin. "With an audience, perhaps."

Eliana smiled along with the prince. I think I've picked the right man.

The pair left the house together, and as Jacob prepared to leave in his carriage, Eliana walked up to him with an uncertain look in her eye.

"Your highness..." She began hesitantly. "I know I'm not yet your queen, but might I stay with you?"

Jacob raised his eyebrow. "Your husband?"

"Yes," Eliana nodded. "He kicked me out." She said with a wry smile. "And I have hardly any possessions of my own. She swept her hair back, casually revealing a substantial view of her cleavage.

Jacob grinned. "Come in." He said. He was in a good mood.

The twins made to follow Eliana into the carriage, but Jacob stopped them. "Go to the palace, find the servants who are loyal to us, and ask them to keep an eye on the whereabouts of the first prince and the queen." The twins nodded, and set off in the direction of the palace.

The countess stepped into the carriage with the prince, and immediately began to caress the prince's cock. She leant in to kiss the prince on the mouth, and was relieved when Jacob kissed her back intensely.

Jacob quickly peeled back the countess' dress to reveal her creamy bosom, and lunged hungrily at them to lick and suck at her nipples.

"Oooh yesss my prince." Eliana moaned. The thought of the prospects of her future as a queen enflamed her to no end, and her hands feverishly worked to free the rest of her body from her dress, and the prince's cock from his pants.

Jacob's cock sprang to attention, hard as a rock. He rejoiced at the fact that he finally had a solution to the problem that was his loathsome brother, and his normally surly and cold disposition was put aside as he passionately kissed and mauled at the beautiful woman before him.

"Mmmmmmmm... Yeeees!!" The countess moaned, feeling hotter than she had ever felt in her life. She felt liberated. Finally she was on the track she'd always wanted for her life. Her eyes smoldered as she looked at Jacob, and she rained kisses down on his neck and chest.

Jacob nibbled softly at Eliana's nipples, eliciting little squeals from her mouth. He lowered her down to the carriage floor, his cock dangling inches from her face.

"Oh yes your highness!" Eliana groaned lustily as she eagerly took the prince into her mouth. She winked up at him as he moaned his pleasure, and slobbered all over his cock sloppily.

The countess settled into a comfortable rhythm as she bobbed her head up and down the prince's long shaft, and occasionally licked at the head and balls, using all the techniques in her arsenal.

Jacob, on his part, enjoyed the blowjob immensely. Gods... She's almost as good as Ada, this one. He leaned back and closed his eyes, relaxing into the luxurious feeling of Eliana's soft lips wrapped around his cock...

The carriage ride to his main estate was short, and they stopped before he was ready to blow. A knight outside tapped on the carriage door, and said. "We're here, your highness."

"Ugh... Ohhh yes..." The prince moaned. "Give us a moment."

"Yes, your highness." The knight replied, and waited outside awkwardly, hearing the loud groans of the prince and the slurping noises the countess made as she sucked Jacob's cock vigorously

"Mmmm..." The countess moaned as she licked up and down Jacob's shaft. "Your cock tastes so good." Shit, she thought. Why does he have so much stamina? Her jaw was starting to hurt from the lengthy blowjob.

"Ugh!" The prince let out a sharp groan, and pulled his cock out of Eliana's mouth to stroke furiously over her face.

Finally. The countess thought as Jacob began to cum over her face. Hot ropes of jizz draped over her brow and ran down her cheeks. She stuck out her tongue to lick at the cum around her mouth, and moaned. "Mmmm... Your seed tastes so good, my prince." She grinned, feeling the slimy cum flow around her smile. "Next time, I want it in my holes."

She stood up and looked around. "Is there something I can clean my face with?"

The prince smirked. "Yes... Inside the house."

Eliana froze. "You don't mean..."

"Yes. Walk into the house with my seed on your face." He approached her and put an arm around her waist. "You're mine now, aren't you? I have sworn a blood-oath to make you my queen, but I need you to show me just how loyal you are to me."

The color drained from Eliana's face. Go outside?! With my face covered in cum? She stammered. "T-There must be another way for me to prove my loyalty, your highness... I-I can do something else. Anything! Please!"

Jacob's grin grew wide enough to show his teeth. "Walk, my dear. You never know, you might like it."

Eliana pulled up the straps of her dress with shaky hands, gulped, and exited the carriage.

"My La-" The knight outside choked on his words and froze mid-bow when he saw the countess' face.

Jacob watched with great interest as he watched Eliana's face turn red. His cum on her face was beginning to turn clear, but was still very noticeable. He also couldn't help but notice that she was in no hurry to hide her face or rush into the house. He followed behind her as she walked at a normal pace towards the doorway, and chuckled at the footman and guards who stared at the beautiful woman as she walked towards with a face full of cum.

Finally, they went inside the house, and Eliana whirled to grab the prince's arms. "Please..." She begged, and Jacob could see the burning lust in her eyes. "I-I need you to take me."

Jacob was only too happy to oblige, for he too, was incredibly enflamed by her performance outside the house. "I knew you were an exhibitionist, you little slut." He growled, and led her into the bedroom, intent on fucking her into oblivion...

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Queen Carosa

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The queen looked at the man who sat opposite the large wooden table. She tried hard to not let frustration and anger show on her face. It was a disgrace that she had to personally pay the man a visit. Lord Elbon had refused her summons to the royal palace, citing some excuse about his legs, but Carosa knew it was just a stunt.

"Lord Elbon..." She spoke slowly, and her voice dripped with feigned patience, as if she was speaking to a toddler who didn't understand how to count. "We both know that my first son, the prince Ravon, will take his rightful place on the throne once his father passes. And you-"

"My queen..." Lord Elbon interrupted, a slight smile on his face as he spoke. "Excuse me, but we do not know the future." He said, sipping his tea. "However, I think my record shows I have always been loyal to the royal family."

The queen smirked. "Please, you're loyal to Orvon."

"And what is wrong with that? Is Minister Orvon not one of the most dedicated servants to the throne?

"Lord Elbon... Let's not beat around the bush." The queen said impatiently. "Right now, with or without your backing, Ravon already has the support of most of the nobles at court. However, if you were to join us, the transition of power would be much smoother, and we would not forget your contributions." She tapped the table. "A smooth, peaceful transition is good for everyone. It's good for your businesses, and it's good for the kingdom. We need to show strength and solidarity to those out there that would seek to harm us."

Elbon appraised the woman before him. She was not entirely wrong, albeit a little overconfident. "From what I see, you and your son may have the numbers, but Minister Orvon has a much tighter grip on his allies." He set down his tea and frowned slightly. "I won't mince words with you either, my queen. Let's be perfectly honest here, Ravon is not exactly the smartest man in your family, and he is hardly stable." He leant forward, and said. "Your lead in the court is tenuous at best, and a smart man would side with the party with proven abilities."

The queen scoffed, a corner of her lip twisting into a sneer. "So loyal to Orvon... Tell me, my lord. Are you still waiting for him to make you a high lord?"

Elbon's face twitched, showing the first sign of irritation since the beginning of their meeting. "I'll be high lord sooner or later." His voice sank down into a low growl. "Especially if I remain loyal during these tumultuous times."

Carosa played with her nails as she replied. "Well, my lord. I think even you would agree that if you threw your weight and connections behind us, winning the throne for Ravon would be a cinch." She looked directly into Elbon's eyes, and said. "A high lord's position is nice, of course. But how would you like to become a minister?"

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Violet

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Violet did her best to remain still and look as vacant as possible as she sat in the chair. She'd been sent to the ambassador's manor to act as a spy for minister Orvon, and so far her cover as a guild slave had been working like a charm. It was incredibly boring, however, as she spent most of her days waiting around and sometimes cavorting with the other slaves.

She had just finished sucking Falin's cock, and now sat across the room from the ambassador, with strands of cum and spit still leaking from the corners of her mouth. Falin had been careful with her in the beginning, and sent her out of the room whenever he needed to work. After a while, Falin began to loosen up around her, and now he'd often even have her service him while he worked. Occasionally, the ambassador would even leave her on her own in his room as he went about his day, and Violet would use the chance to sneak peeks at his documents and letters. There hadn't been anything interesting thus far. Most of Falin's letters to the Candran capital involved his day to day observations of Salka and its people, none of which were very flattering.

Violet glanced at Falin out of the corner of her eye. The man wore only a loose shirt as he worked, and his cock hung loose under the desk, still wet from her service. She waited patiently, and knew from experience that he would need to use the lavatory soon. A few minutes later, she was proven correct, and the ambassador left the room in a hurry, with nary a glance in her direction.

Violet sprang into action as soon as Falin left the room. She rushed over to the desk, and looked through the letters he'd been working on. She scrolled through several inconsequential letters, and her eyes settled on one which was addressed to the king of Candra:

Your Royal Majesty,

The Salkan King lies in his deathbed. His passing seems to be imminent. My sources say that he does not intend to name a successor. First prince Ravon appears to have the upper hand in the succession struggle which will be sure to follow. The other two major factions appear to be headed by Prince Jacob and Minister Orvon. It is not clear which of the princes Orvon will decide to back.

Sources? Candra has sources inside the palace? She wondered. It was the next paragraph that really caught her attention, however. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled, and her blood ran cold as she read:

The time to strike is now, Your Majesty. The Salkan capital will be thrown into disarray as soon as their king dies. Their main armies are under the command of General Kalman and Prince Ravon. The prince is likely to keep his troops at hand in the capital for the purpose of securing his throne, while most of Kalman's armies are still preoccupied with their campaign in the barbarian lands.

Shit... Violet thought as she read. She was so preoccupied with the contents of the letter that she almost didn't hear the footsteps approach the room. She ran back to her seat and again donned the vapid smile of a guild-slave.

Falin entered the room, and glanced slightly at the beautiful, fully nude woman, before he settled back down at his desk. Violet's heart was beating fast, and she prayed that Falin did not see her anxiety.

"Violet." He called.

"Yes, master?" She replied with a feigned cheerfulness.

"Come and ride my cock." He said. Falin simply could not resist the beautiful slave. The tightness of her slim body and the perkiness of her tits drove him wild. Not even Elsi could make him hard again so quickly.

Violet complied quickly. She straddled the ambassador and faced him in a sitting position. "Mmmmm. Oh master your cock feels so good in my pussy..." She gushed as she slid her tight cunt over the ambassador's cock like a sheath.

Falin groaned in reply. He stared deeply into the slave's green eyes, and felt his cock being enveloped by her molten hot pussy.

Violet moved her hips up and down, gyrated and ground herself down on the ambassador's cock to the best of her ability. She made sure to apply every technique in her arsenal to please the man, and also to emulate the behavior of a guild-slave in order to avoid suspicion.

She needn't have worried, however, as Falin was lost in the pleasures of fucking the beautiful woman who sat atop him. He closed his eyes as he sucked her hard nipples, and ran his hands up and down her taut, muscled back. Soon, he could not hold any longer, and splashed Violet's cunt walls with his seed. That was the downside of fucking a slave as beautiful as she, he mused. He always came too quickly.

"Oh... Violet..." He panted. "You never disappoint."

Violet giggled. "I'm so happy to have pleased you, master. Do I have your permission to use the lavatory?" She asked.

Falin merely waved his hand in response, too out of breath to speak.

Once in the lavatory, Violet latched the doors and immediately pried off one of the gems on her collar. Ignoring the rancid smell of the toilet, she rubbed the gem and contacted Orvon.

"My lord? Can you hear me?" She whispered urgently.

"Yes, my dear. What do you have for me?" Orvon's disembodied voice asked.

"The Candran ambassador is drafting a letter to his king, urging an attack on Salka as soon as King Wymer passes!"

"Shit, that's just what I need right now..." Orvon's voice said. "You're sure of this?"

"Yes sir." Violet replied. "Also, there may be leaks from the palace. Falin seems to know that the king does not plan on naming a successor."

"Hmmm... That's interesting to know..." The minister mused. "How are you doing, my dear? Do you need me to get you out?"

"No sir. The ambassador is rather infatuated with me, and does not suspect me whatsoever." Violet replied. "I believe I can still be of help as a spy."

"Alright, be careful. Don't try to do too much, you've already given me invaluable information."

"Thank you, my lord. I will report back if I learn of any developments." Violet said, and severed the connection, placing the gem back on her collar.

Ugh... Violet sighed to herself. Back to being a fucktoy, I suppose...

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Minister Orvon

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Orvon was in a rush. He had several meetings to organize and attend. The matters of the succession could hold, but the Candran threat must be dealt with immediately. There was also the matter of the leak from the palace. Orvon was confident that no Candran spies were able to infiltrate the palace, so the leak must have come from within.

First things first. Orvon thought as he walked into the meeting hall of the palace, where all the members of the royal family, besides the princess Isabel, were already seated.