Exalted Champion: Ch 2 (rough draft) (Patreon)

Chapter 2: Transfer of Powers

Drip, drip, drip.

I stood in front of the mirror in my room, steam ghost swirling around me seeming to look for a body to haunt. Sasha slid a shirt over my head, black and long sleeve, then cam an embroidered vest, black, green and silver with stylized branches embroidered on it. The symbol of my newly formed house now made royal by my winning of the duel.

The show had cleared the black sand dust of the arena from my body, the droplets of blood and my mind. I had much to do, and more time now to do it.

looks like I won’t be king, that’s a relief. I had not been looking forward to potentially inheriting the title of king from the Palebreaker. The emperor had laid that worry to rest with is decree, I would be a prince, but the Palebreaker would keep his line of succession now transferring to another of his children.

No, my worries were focused on Tiffany and Adelia, the princes abused household, and the ten needles I needed to make. There was no way I could trust those two, they were two very unpleasant women and the fact I had to take them as wives now curled my stomach.

The amulet, the dungeon, all of it. just breath Eric, one step at a time, we got this.

Kock, knock, knock. The blows fell on the door and Faith’s voice reached me in my room, “They, their here…”

“It’s just paperwork Eric.” Sasha said, hugging me from behind.

"I know," I said, squeezing her hand where it rested against my chest. "Let's get this over with."

Faith stood by the door, “Let them in,” I said as I took a set in the large sofa chair. The cossa table and sofa were across from me.

Faith opened the door, revealing a portly man in royal blue robes trimmed with gold thread. His fingers glittered with rings that caught the light as he bowed. “Greetings,” I heard Faith say as she showed the first man in.  

The banker waddled in, "Exalted Prince Grayson, I am Magistrate Howell of the Royal Bank of Tagin. I bring tidings of your financial inheritance." His voice carried the nasal precision of a lifetime counting other people's money.

"Enter and be welcome," I said, gesturing to the sofa across from me.

“Thank you exalted Prince Eric, I have the documents and the account transfer stone with me. It is a simple process, review your claim, sign the paperwork and then a drop of blood on the stone.” Howell said.

I indicated the cossa table and leaned forward, “Please begin.”

“As you command exalted one,” he opened the folio of paper and started listing the assets that were now mine.

“The late Leonard Palebreaker had one bank account and one secure vault with us. The bank account, is… Well, not as full as you might hope…” he trailed off waiting for any sign I might be displeased.

“His money is of no real concern to me. I assume the balance will be transferred to my account and his account closed?” I asked.

“Yes. The total that will be transferred amounts to one mithril coin.” Howell said with a wince.

“That is fine, and the vault? What is that?” I reviewed the coin transfer paperwork and signed then added a drop of blood to the register stone confirming the transfer and closer of the old account.

 “Ah, yes many do not know, which is how we like to keep it, but those of the higher exalted nobility have secure vaults with us. To keep items of exceptional value or use. As you are an exalted prince now, you are intitled to such a vault. Leonard’s vault will now be yours.” He said holding out a pale silver key made of mithril.

I took it, “Any idea what is in the vault?”

“No, only the owner knows what is in the vault.” He flipped papers an indicated where I should sign. I did so and one drop of blood later the transfer was done.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Yes, exalted prince. The royal bank of Tagin thanks you for your patronage, and should you need any assistance, do let us know how we may be of service.” He closed the papers and waited to be dismissed.

“I will view the vault later, thank you Howell. You may leave.”

The man bowed the best his portly body would allow and waddled from the room. I placed the key in my storage ring, watching him go.

Faith spoke, “The priestess of Alleystra is here.”

“Send her in,” I said sipping a cossa as Mesilla walked in.

“Priestess Mesilla!” Ashley rushed to her and took her hands.

“Exalted Lady Ashley, it is so good to see you again. Exalted prince Eric.” She said after embracing Ashley. Her pale blue robes were noticeably translucent. The ribbons tied in bows that could be easily undone. Her lush brown hair swept over one shoulder.

My cock twitched remembering Mesilla’s tight pussy and ass around my cock, how Ashley had eagerly sucked the nectar of her mentor from around my shaft. “Mesilla, a pleasure to see you again,” I said indicating the couch.

“When I heard of your arena success, I asked to be assigned to you, every exalted prince has their own personal mother superior. I do hope this is acceptable?” she asked sitting and bowing her head.

“Quite, I do prefer to work with those I know.” Mesilla crossed her legs and reclined, the languid form of her body flowing over the sofa in erotic detail.

“The priestess of Alleystra all always her to serve the exalted nobles, should they wish it.” she flipped open the leather folio with a finger, “Prince Leonard’s investment properties are, less than robust but not without merit, my Exalted prince.”

“Come and elaborate closer,” I said inching down in the chair and unbuttoning my pants.

Mesilla flowed over to be bunching the gossamer fabric of her rob around her waist exposing her bald pussy. My cock was throbbing as she straddled me, the soaking heat of her sex pressing on the under side of my cock.

She glided up and down my length, silk heat punctuating her words, “He, had an estate in the nobles district here in the capitol, that is now yours,” she sides her top off, breasts tight and nipples hard as she pressed them to my lips. I bit the nipples, pulling and sucking the soft flesh as she glided along my hard cock.

On her upward movement I grabbed her hips, taking her just a breath farther, my tip now lined up with her soaked hot hole. I pushed down sinking into her heat. Shuddering, “He, oh yes prince, so good, Mmm. He had… oh, yes, a warehouse… in the… merchant quarter, for his failed trading company…”

I bucked my hips into her, driving my cock deep into the clenching walls of her hot pussy. “He had… a farming estate… near, oh yes fuck me price eric, mmm so good, near Laga’vast…” I pulled her down hard the convulsing of her walls a soaping sonnet around my cock.

“The… oh fuck yes flood it, flood it with the holy seed of ack exalted master!” Mesilla thrashed ground hard on me, bucking the length of my cock and milking her reward from me.

“And… what else did he have, that’s now mine.” I said, claiming ever throbbing inch of her pleasure as I came close to loosing my seed in her pussy.

“His royal apartment. Here… Mmm, yes so hot fill it, flood it… here at the college, now yours. Yours. Yes!” she moaned as I let my cum flood into her, hot and deep.

She clenched around my cock, squeezing out the last tremor of cum as she writhed, grinding her clit against the root of my shaft. She held still, panting, lips parted and glistening with spit and sweat and the faintest taste of cossa on her tongue. She melted her tits into my chest, arms draping around my neck in an exhausted, satisfied, fully owned gesture.

After a long minute, Mesilla rolled her hips up, letting my cock slip free, dripping a strand of cum from her sopping slit. She tugged her robes down, not bothering to fix the bows that hung loose along her sides, and sat on the edge of the couch, knees parted and both feet flat on the floor. She signed where she was supposed to, her finger leaving a wet crescent on the folio’s surface.

I adjusted myself and leaning forward, tucking my cock back into my pants, and took the folio from her to sign. The papery parchment still shimmered faintly, the lines of spell-script pulsing pale blue wherever Mesilla’s finger had traced. I signed, and the document gave a little shudder, as if the ink itself wanted to ripple. I sealed it with a drop of blood, and the priestess used her tongue to sop the bead from my finger, catching it in her mouth and swallowing.

“Is there more? what about his slaves?” I asked, closing the folio and handing it back.

Mesilla licked her lips. The blue silk of her sleeve mopped at her inner thigh, grazing a droplet of cum and bring it to her lips to suck from the fabric, as a holy communion wine. "The Head Slave Steward will arrive shortly, my prince. There are... several dozen, all bound to the late prince. You will be given the master ring, and their bindings will transfer to yours." She smoothed her robe over her breasts, eyes sly with remembered pleasure.

I looked up to see Ashley at the table slouched in a chair with Rachel between her legs as she moaned, “Oh, yes Rach, right… Right! There! Sippsie’s holy cunt yes!” she moaned, shaking her lush curling auburn red hair in a blazing rolling fire with her orgasm.

Rachel kept eating Ashleys pussy, making her thrash in ecstasy. “They will be the next to enter?”

“Yes exalted prince, I will take my leave, and should you need anything please I a mother superior of the priestesses of Alleystra is here to serve.” She stood and bowed but lingered, not wanting to leave but knowing there was nothing left for her to do in a formal capacity.

“I will call on you soon, I have questions about the gods and goddess I think you may be able to answer.” I said with a slight incline of my head.

Mesilla walked over to Ashleys, now slumped in a glazed haze of pleasure and bent to kiss her, taking one of her large breast in her hand and teasing another moan form her. “Mmm, yes Mesi…”

The room now was warm with the smell of flower and sex, pleasure of physical delights echoing in the subtle mana of the room. Basking in it I reclined and looked to faith, bright red cheeks matching the pink of her eleven hair and ears. “Master Eric, the steward is here, shall I?”

“Yes, send him in, he should be the last.” I said.

Faith opened the door and a hesitant woman walked in. barley clothed and clearly terrified. Faith inclined her head to the room and she walked in.

“Sit,” I commanded pointing to the couch. The girl did, but it did less to comfort her than if I had just told her to sit on the floor.

“You have the ring, where is the head steward?” I knew this girl was not the head steward, there was no way.

She nodded and handed the ring over. It was platinum and I could feel it. there was no helping it as I merged it with my mithril one. I felt sixty new connections form, sixty new minds that were totally devoted to me. including the girl sitting across from me.

“You will call me Master Eric from now on, answer where is the head steward?”

“Dead, master Eric. Leonard command he should take his own life should he lose the duel.” Her voice trembled, waiting for a punishment at this revelation.

“That’s just sick, fuck. Fine. Can he be revived? Did it just happen?” I said looking around the room. as I checked my Abilities list.

“No master Eric, as soon as he died, the head steward killed himself. It’s been to long.” The girl said.

“Okay, well. I have your slave bond now. where are all the slaves?” I asked harshly. I did not want to come across to kind, that would freak the girl out. to outside her normal expectations.

“At the manor in the noble district, Master Eric, except for the two elves he has here at the collage to serve him, and the exalted lady Tiffanie and Adelia.” She answered.

“Okay, Strafa can you see that she gets a carriage and is sent to the house of stars, will deal with the prince’s estate, slaves and vault later.” I said indicating the slave girl.

“At once master Eric,” Stafa said, taking the terrified girl by the hand and out the door.

Rachel and Ashley both flopped down on the couch.  “So… Tiffanie and Adelia?

“No way are they going to come here,” Ashley said shaking her head.

“Can’t I just leave them, or divorce them?” I asked.

Rachel winced, “If you do that…well they would not recover from that. most likely be disowned by their family… I hate them, but that. that’s harsh.” The wince from Ashley and Rachel told me that even they did not hate the two girls enough to do that to them.

“Well, I’m not going to them. Can I just leave them? I assume they’re in their royal apartment?” I asked.

“You could. I think you should. Keep some distance. We are bound to run into them in the hall before classes.” Ashley said taping her lips.

“Right so we let them sit, they will eventually have to speak with me. is there anyway have them not be my acting wives, and make them outcasts?” I was really hoping there was.

“No, you won them by right and as long as you’re a student, we are yours. They are yours.” Rachel said with a shrug.

“Well, fuck…”

“Just did,” Ashley smirked.

“Well, double fuck. Right. We don’t have to deal with them right now. I need to see the titan’s shield about going into the dungeon, I need to review Leonard’s vault and go to his estate. Can I sell it? I’m not looking to have two house’s?”

“You could, but I don’t think a prince’s estate has been sold in centuries if ever…” Ashley trailed off trying to remember if she had ever read of something so socially significant.

“The Palebreaker wont be pleased.” Rachel said with a shake of her head.

“No, I imagen not. Will he retaliate?”

“Oh, you can bet your life on it. but not for some time. Don’t ever count anyone who serves the Palebreaker’s as in your corner Eric, not ever.” Rachel said, the gravity in her voice making it clear I had a very powerful enemy now.

“Right for now I think a bath, some food and sleep is needed. I don’t want to do anything else today, killing a prince was enough.”

“Not even your wives…” Ashley said biting her lip as she sprawled across Rachel.

“We’ll make sure it’s relaxing.” Rachel said, massaging one of Ashleys breasts.

“Yes, I think a relaxing evening is just what we all need.”