My Servant System

Jillian PoV

"Did you hear, love, what's been happening back at that godforsaken Empire~? I have to say, it's rather amusing each time I think about it~!"

I glanced back at Ayla, the sun kissed Elf grinning at me as she leaned against the doorframe, her emerald eyes sparkling with joy even as she watched me finish my 'training', something she had become steadily used to over the last few months.

"No, I haven't heard about it yet, Ayla. What happened?"

My hand remained on Sla'Prumstu's head, keeping the Arch Fiend's lips just where I wanted them as I paid her for her services, feeding the pink skinned slut just what she needed - and enjoying every last second of it too, especially as her tongue swirled around my entire length with ease, adding another layer of pleasure to this task.

Ayla walked forwards, shrugging off her green robes and climbing onto the bed with me, her petite frame a far cry from the Arch Fiend currently tending to me, but it was a figure that I had come to lust for so much in these months, so I reached over and pulled her into my side, enjoying the warmth of her smooth skin against my own as I leaned down to kiss her.

Kissing me back, Ayla indulged me for a moment before her excitement overtook her, the Elf pulling back and grinning at me maniacally as she cooed "There's a Cult taking root over in the Empire, one led by quite~ a few powerful players... one of them being a Fiend on the cusp of becoming an Arch Fiend. And a few... familiar faces as well, my love. And their targets... Take a guess~! I'll reward you if you get it right~!"

I smirked back at her, pushing Sla'Prumstu's head further down as two separate joys flooded my body, understanding clearly what this crafty, insidious wife of mine was insinuating.

"That bitch Jahi and her fiancees..."

"Correct~! Ah, and I think you'll be interested in this... apparently that Dogkin slut is a Baroness now."

My grin widened, and I leaned over and resumed kissing Ayla, even as my mind drifted towards the lips of someone else.

Wouldn't she feel so~ much better than this Arch Fiend between my legs..?

Or all those replacements I had found for her... she would feel infinitely better then them, wouldn't she~?

Just thinking about taking her in front of her stupid, insufferable Mistress overwhelmed me with orgasmic glee, and I erupted inside Sla'Plumstu's throat, still imagining it to be someone else.

Ayla indulged me once more, aiding me in riding out this wonderful orgasm before pulling away, her eyes coy as she added "Their target is simple too, and if they manage to succeed, well... they're looking to rip that Arch Fiend from the Empress' grasp and use him against her. After all... if everything that we've found is to be believed, that Arch Fiend is the only one who's ever-"

"Tza'Yul is worth the risk, yes, but you mustn't forget that centuries upon millennia have been spent in confinement... who knows if the bastard is the same."

The melodic, yet raspy voice of the three eyed Arch Fiend cut Ayla off, making the sun kissed Elf sneer, though she remained quiet as Plum continued to speak, her hot breath brushing against my skin.

"Besides, Tza'Yul cares for nothing besides knowledge itself, which is why the bastard remains as one of the strongest Arch Fiends to have ever existed... back when the Divines walked the earth, Tza'Yul challenged them for knowledge, challenged them for a deeper understanding... and won more than a few battles. Something only that bitch has managed to do once... The Empress is a wellspring of knowledge. The only way to pry Tza'Yul away is to offer an equal bounty of knowledge that she could provide, and that... that is something no one can offer."

Wiping at her lips, Plum sat up and stretched, her pink skin slick with sweat and other fluids that glimmered in the candlelight, which accentuated her impressive curves.

"Don't get your hopes up, Mistress Ayla. We still have a better chance on our own pursuits instead of relying on that Cult. Especially if it's who I think it is. Coming up short happens to be their expertise... in more ways than one. If anything, you should be cursing them; their involvement is only a boon to the Asmodia scion. Now she has someone to test out her Light Magics on."

Plum's lips curled in distaste as she said that, before letting out a sigh and standing up, smirking at me as she added "Mistress Jillian, if you wish to continue to train, please find me... I'm always~ ready to be your partner... Or if you just need to empty your balls, come and fuck me however you want, alright~?"

I smirked back at her, watching as she turned and vanished, the curvaceous woman leaving us behind with a pink smoke that rejuvenated my body and amplified our sensations.

Pushing Ayla down, I grinned at my wife as I entered her, losing myself to the insane pleasure I felt as I began to use her for my own lust, the crazy Elf beneath me squirming and crying out in glee as my hands began to fall across her smooth skin, darkening it as I started to hit her.

We had made so much progress since leaving the Empire, and while my idiotic parents and old in laws all had been bitching and moaning about how we had made a mistake, Ayla and I had taken the reins of our remaining family and begun to make something for ourselves.

I had gotten strong enough that those imbeciles were now rotting beneath the earth, serving a better purpose now then they had before, while my kinsmen toiled away to prepare us for our journey towards salvation and ascension, where we would become the paragons of the new world...

The memories of embarrassment and resentment from the Empire only fueled me as I pushed myself down this path, pushed myself from being a pathetic, naive, lost Heir who believed in the place she called home to becoming a powerful visionary who wanted to change the world.

Someone who wanted to own the world, and had the means to do so.

This world would be mine, and with it, they would be mine.

Katherine Zara and Leone Preda-Ash... I would make them mine.

The Princess would beg for me to spare her wife, and I would make her my personal maid and use her in front of her wife, sowing my seed inside her and taking her back - back to whom she belonged.

Then I would break that maid in front of the Demoness, branding her as mine and shattering her mind to the point that she could only comprehend me as her owner...

Those thoughts made me grin, and my fingers wrapped around Ayla's throat tighter as I imagined it was that Dogkin bitch below me instead, begging me to take my seed and begging me to breed her.

They would be mine, along with the world itself, and no one would be able to say otherwise.

After all, I had found the key to the world, cloistered away inside one of the most dangerous places ever.

The Labyrinthian.