Chapter 591 – Moroi’s Unrest

Kanae tossed and turned in bed. She broke out in sweat quickly drenching her body and the sheets. A deep urge desperate to break free knocked incessantly somewhere inside her. When she sat up, the sheet slipped down her torso and brushed against her nipples. The shock of pleasure rippled across every inch of skin. Hunger gnawed at her.

"Damn it. Not again. Just when I thought I was getting better…" Kanae groaned.

"You know what that means~" Isabella levitated in front of her. "It's feeding time!"

"No, don't tempt me. Every time I go into a binge, I lose myself for like half the day. Why is this even happening? Ugh." She clutched her stomach and curled up.

"Well, you're just going to torture yourself. Go on. Seek relief, my mistress. Sat your succubus hunger."

Kanae climbed out of bed naked. Her mind grew foggy. She walked up to the window and pulled it open. Warm air rushed into the room, succeeding in granting her no comfort. After casting a brief glance back at her sleeping companions, Kanae flew out into the night. Isabella followed after her.

Moroi was very quiet this late. Much of the city had gone to sleep. The only ones left awake were guards and nocturnal residents visiting bars for a drink. It seemed many had turned in early in anticipation of King Toro's speech tomorrow.

Kanae landed on the empty streets, pussy dripping wet and hoping to be fucked. Moonlight illuminated much of the roads and walkways, with very few stone lanterns at every corner on the verge of running out of fuel.

A beast dipped its head in front of Kanae and startled her. It was a whinnying languisteed. A signpost nearby read 'stables'. One poked their head out of a chest-high gate. The strong gamey scent wafted up to Kanae's nose, luring her to fly inside. She did exactly that, touching down in the stall of a healthy langui stallion.

"Oooh. Excellent choice, Mistress. Even beasts make for a good fuck," Isabella whispered tantalizingly.

"Good boy." Kanae stroked the languisteed's muzzle. "You remind me a little of Titan, except he's not a langui anymore."

The stallion whipped out its tongue, brushing against Kanae's nipples. She bit down on her lower lip and kneeled down to find his throbbing hung cock. It had grown so erect that every spasm slapped against the langui's belly.

Kanae sandwiched the massive thing between her breasts, using the sweat as lubricant to glide up and down. The langui became restless. He scraped the ground with his hooves and grunted. She pumped faster until he climaxed, pouring a fount of cum onto the floor. The fresh hot seed wet her legs.

"I want it… I want it now," Kanae muttered deliriously.

Languisteeds in the other stalls whined. They were going to have to wait their turn. Kanae assumed the mating position on all fours and stuck her butt up.

"Come on. Fuck me. Penetrate me with that long rod of meat!" Kanae pleaded.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it, Mistress! The way you sing makes me pages tremble with excitement. Ahhh~ You're such a slut. I can't get enough of you…" Isabella panted.

The languisteed mounted Kanae in a single thrust. His flare pushed all the way up to her womb. Kanae rolled her eyes back. She had been stuffed full, feeling every vein, ridge, and the medial ring inside her.

"Ahhh! You stud stallion… My pussy has been waiting for a cock like yours! It feels so good… Your thick rod is churning me up…" Kanae moaned.

The bucking hips of a burden beast pummeled her pussy like a jackhammer. Kanae loved every second of it. She pushed back to meet the languisteed's thrusts.

"You like my tight succubus pussy? I bet you've never experienced anything like it before. No mare will be able to satisfy your cock again~" Kanae giggled.

"What's going on, boy? Something got you riled up?" someone on the other side of the wall asked.

Whoever they were, their footfalls came right up to the building. A stablehand? Kanae covered her mouth to keep quiet. However, the languisteed's powerful thrusts threatened to make her scream. His cock plunged so deep into her pussy, she saw stars after every impact. The long strokes made her feel every inch of his shaft.

Please, don't come in. Please, don't come in.

"Alright, that's it. I'm coming in to check on ya," he said.

"Hey!" someone from afar shouted. "We're hitting up the next pub to toast King Toro's return. You coming or what?"

The languisteed's rutting slowed. An eruption of cum filled Kanae up and inflated her womb. She buried her face into the straw bedding, swallowing her quivering moans in the midst of an orgasm.

"Sure thing, lemme just— Oh, looks like you've calmed down now. Well, alrighty! Wait up for me!" He reached in to give the languisteed a pat on the head and peeled away from the stables.

As soon as Kanae couldn't hear the footfalls anymore, she collapsed. Her pussy leaked enough to form a small puddle. Meanwhile, the languisteed's sprayed her back with fresh spunk.

"More… I need more…" Kanae muttered.

"That's the spirit, Mistress! There's still many more languisteed stallions that need a good milking~" Isabella lifted her chin with the ribbon.

Alone, Kanae staggered out of the stall and began to open the adjacent stalls. Four of them turned out to be more stallions, and the fifth was an uninterested mare that returned to its stall. The males were fully erect after listening to her getting fucked earlier.

Two langui stallions trotted over. They draped their cocks over Kanae's shoulders. She stroked both of them against her chest, occasionally pressing her face on their shafts to kiss one at a time.

"Hehe. Looks like everyone wants a turn with me. Don't worry. I can service all four of you at once with my mouth, ass, pussy, and tail…" Kanae licked her lips.

The warmth of the morning rays reached Kanae's eyes and awakened her. She rubbed her tired eyes until her vision adjusted to a predicament.

"Oh, crap." Kanae was lying beside seven languisteed stallions, covered in cum, and pussy gaping.

Every single one of them had a look of pure bliss on their faces. Isabella laid on the floor, too. Something about her emanated with fresh magic.

"Rise and shine!" A stablehand opened the stable doors and got the surprise of his life. "What the FUCK?"

"H… Hello…" Kanae laughed nervously.

"You stupid succubus drained my languisteeds unconscious! Get outta here! Get, you langui-fucker!" He grabbed a pitchfork

"I'm sorry! Ow! Stop that! I'm leaving already!" She grabbed Isabella and escaped by flying away.

The city of Moroi was already awake. Kanae emerged from the stable naked and covered in cum, Isabella tucked under her arm. Countless people received an eyeful of her. The stablehand rushed out, screaming obscenities. She made the flight of shame back to the inn, deeply red in the face and thoroughly embarrassed.

"Isabella, wake up! What happened last night?!" Kanae shook the living grimoire.

"What do you mean what happened? You had an orgy with all those beasts! It was… just… so… magnificent…" Isabella's ribbon bookmark brushed the front cover as if wiping a tear.

They returned to their room at the inn and climbed through the window. Hilde, who was in the middle of brushing her hair at the foot of the bed, looked up at them and seemed… unsurprised.

"A fun evening, I presume?" Hilde smirked.

"I, uh… lost control again. I really don't know what's going on with me. Sometimes, it happens. Other times, it doesn't. Comes and goes like the wind, and I always blank out!" Kanae slumped into a seat.

"Aww, poor baby." She came over to wrap both arms around her. "Worry not. Your big sister Hilde is here to comfort you."

The succubus spared a couple of whiffs and her expression soured.

"Mm. But first, perhaps we should get you cleaned up first?" Hilde wrinkled her nose.

Kanae fetched her wand to cast Prestidigitation on herself. All the muck, grime, dirt, and cum vanished. Any lingering scent that she had been in a stable all night vanished. Hilde walked behind to brush out the knots in her hair. The way the bristles ran down her scalp felt like sex.

"There were times when Mother would lose control of herself sometimes, too. We wouldn't see her for days at a time. Then, she returned later disheveled and disoriented. Her mates would either be dead or near death, totally drained of their stamina and mana. Your… shall we say 'moments' are similar," Hilde explained.

"But what does the Queen-Mother and I have in common? Wait… Matron's Regalia?" Kanae wondered aloud.

"Possibly. However, you've been wearing Thistle for years, and this whole losing control of yourself has only begun recently. I'm sure there must have been another trigger," she suggested.

The blood of Satine that Archbishop Patrice ordered Aisha to synthesize and test… How was it that the effects were still active after all this time?

"Hm? Kanae, Isabella is glowing! Is that normal?" Hilde asked.

Kanae turned to the living grimoire which she had placed on the nightstand. Isabella was indeed wreathed in a glow of magic.

"Oh, I am! That's never happened to me before," Isabella said.

"You slurped up all the cum from my orgy in the stables, didn't you?" Kanae squinted at her.

"Of course, I did! Who in their right mind would ignore such a meal!" she exclaimed.

Kanae picked up Isabella when a knock came to the door.

"It's almost time. People are gathering at the Temple of Tides to hear King Toro's address," Vestrid said from the other side.

"Go," Hilde insisted. "Gretchen and the incubi aren't back yet. I'll stay to wait for them and look after Isabella in the meantime."

Kanae got dressed and joined Petyr, Vestrid, and Qoro downstairs. The four of them left the inn together, heading in the direction of the Temple of Tides. As the largest place of worship in Moroi, the sanctuary sits at the center of the gorge accessed on foot by a causeway. A significant number of citizens opted to travel by boat. There were already plenty of small ships surrounding the small island.

The red clay and stone temple, according to Qoro, also served as the estate to the royal family of Nu-hauta. It was a large rectangular ziggurat boasting an even taller tower at each corner. High walls made it a more difficult place to siege than it already was. Tropical trees surrounded the tiny island with totem poles erected alongside them.

Kanae and her companions opted to travel by land rather than boat. That way, they hoped to avoid being seen amongst the crowds of thousands. She had even assumed Human Form to escape Bocchiri and Toro's notice.

"Color me surprised. Everyone seems indifferent that their kind had gone missing for years," Petyr said.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Vestrid suggested otherwise.

"How's it feel coming so close to home, Qoro?" Kanae asked.

"It's strange. This doesn't feel like home anymore. When we were traveling from island to island, yes. But here? I look at the Temple of Tides and feel little. Like this was just some place I lived in for a little while," Qoro explained.

Children of tender age made to move suddenly faced the same problem. Qoro, especially, had been forced to mature much faster than others his age given his situation. Kanae rested a reassuring hand upon his head and smiled.

They walked up to the wide open plaza of the Temple of Tides. Numerous guards stood between them at the grand entrance, though the doors were closed. A quick glance back, and Kanae saw that the causeway they had traveled here from was filled with people, too.

Two men stepped into view on the balcony overlooking the temple grounds. Qoro whispered his father's name. Bocchiri Ruu and Toro Squa emerged to a raucous ovation.

"People of Nu-hauta," King Toro began in a booming voice, "you know me as your king. Yet I have been absent for far too long. I do not deserve to rule over you. You deserve a better king. Which is why I'll be abdicating the crown once I have assured Nu-hauta survives for the next millenia, and then submit myself to exile."

The crowds hummed with somber whispers, many in disbelief and others staring with their mouths agape.

"My father will… step down as king?" Qoro muttered.

The king continued, "I had sought an answer to our plight in the deserts of Savir. I found it. Touched it. Became infused with it. This power enables us to shape the very earth, call forth rain on parched lands, and set destructive fires in greenest islands. It has already brought about Nu-hauta's salvation." He pointed to the gargantuan volcano in the distance shrouded by clouds and fog. "That is no omen of ill-times. It has a name— Kame'hamara, the remedy we have been looking for."

Applause and cheers erupted across the plaza. King Toro and Bocchiri basked in the ovation. Kanae wasn't sure where to stand on it. Qoro, however, watched in horror as his people jumped for joy.

"This is wrong," Qoro said.

"What's wrong?" Kanae asked.

"The other islands. Everyone is suffering. Moroi isn't seeing what's going on elsewhere," he explained.

The jubilations came to an abrupt stop when a rotting fish landed at King Toro's feet. He took a step back as a few more were thrown at him. Bocchiri conjured a pane of ice to shield him.

"What are you going to do about Hota'ree? Every time the volcano erupts, molten debris showers the island!"

"Fish are dying in droves!"

"It's hotter than ever because of the lava!"

"I can't get home to Tau'we! I haven't seen my family in months!"

They were the first of rolling stones to start a rockslide. More and more joined in to air their complaints. Many tossed rotting fish, crustaceans, and more. As Moroi's warriors descended into the crowd to subdue them, protestors lashed out in return. Violence quickly spread throughout the plaza.

"We have to get out of here," Petyr said.

"Qoro, this way!" Kanae pulled him away as people began to push and shove.

Mobs had formed, with no clear line of where they stood. One group in support of King Toro's drastic plan, and the other who thought it went too far. Ideologies clashed in the form of throwing punches and shoving.

As Petyr and Vestrid led the way, Kanae quietly charmed a few protestors at a time to part away and give them room. They made it back to the inn just as things got worse outside. People had taken to the streets, falling into factions of those who did and didn't trust in their king's vision. Two elven friends were even bickering in the taproom, but thankfully didn't escalate into the fighting outside.

"Gods, what's happening out there?" Hilde asked as they returned to the room.

"Some people aren't taking King Toro's message well. But I think we have enough proof now. He somehow has access to the elemental plane, just like the Harpy King did in Buhar," Kanae concluded.

"But how? The way was destroyed. It also took an entire temple, delicately-made ritual stones, and an army of mystics to keep the portal open," Petyr reasoned.

Everyone was stumped. The only answer was that King Toro had exactly that. A temple, ritual, and mystics lending him their magic.

"Maybe we can find out inside the Temple of Tides. For now, I think we should lay low while there's unrest in the city," Kanae said.

"Guys… I feel weird…" Isabella muttered.

Everyone snapped to the living grimoire, whose cover and bindings wrinkled.

"Probably because you absorbed too much cum last night." Kanae reached for Isabella, but a stinging shock made her recoil.

The magic tome fell, and an eruption of energy flashbanged everyone in the room. They shielded their eyes. The blast had lasted only a split second. When Kanae regained her vision again, she saw one extra person in the room.

Sitting confused on the floor was a blonde-haired elven woman, naked, of fair bust size, and exceedingly beautiful. Hieroglyphs and tattoos covered swathes of her skin except for the face. Deep black eyes looked up to meet Kanae's own. The woman smiled.

"Is… Isabella?" Kanae blurted out.