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Grace of the Thunder Goddess

Thousands upon thousands of years ago, before Alektrios was known as Alektrios, before Alektrios was known as Valdeim, before Alektrios was known by any name remembered outside of scholars and historians... there laid a dragon. A wicked serpent of incredible length and power, it lived far beyond the skies, out of view of the people below. Its appearance was akin to a surging bolt of lightning, its roar was the mighty howl of thunder, and its silhouette was the gray clouds that bloat out the skies.

They say that the serpent wasn't just a serpent, but the very embodiment of nature itself. With a mere bellow, it could summon storms that would destroy the mightiest of bastions. And as it flew above the lands below, powerful windstorms were produced in its wake. It was a creature – a deity – that was both revered by those below... and terrified them at the same time. Thus they gave it a name...

Hirai-Ki.

Lightning Breaker.

No one knew where Hirai-Ki came from, and no one knew why it called Alektrios its home. The people could not even tell if it was a deity, a spirit, or just a majestic dragon with incredible magical might. One thing was certain however; it was a being of incredible power, and it deserved the utmost of respect.

For centuries, Hirai-Ki flew through the skies of Ancient Alektrios, beguiling all those fortunate enough to gaze upon it. But for as mystifying as it was, the serpent was also a source of terror. Like some cruel, apathetic god, Hirai-Ki would summon powerful tempests, destructive flash floods, terrible tornadoes, and many other storms of incredible fury with little regard for those beneath it. Many lives were lost in its wake, rendering Alektrios almost inhospitable.

As it is in the modern day, it was in the past; Alektrios is synonymous with storms.

But then, one day, a warrior appeared. Wielding a blade forged by the greatest blacksmith of her time, she set out on a quest to defeat Hirai-Ki. Its rampages had gone on for too long, and her homeland had suffered because of it. No longer.

So she traveled from the beaches of Ancient Alektrios to the mountaintops in the distance. Climbing up to its summit – a location known as the Dragon's Seat – she prepared herself to slay Hirai-Ki so that her homeland may hopefully recover and prosper. And against all odds, Hirai-Ki descended from its layer in the heavens to face her.

For days, Ancient Alektrios was rocked by a wicked storm. The skies cried with rain and and howl with thunder. Tornadoes of an incredible size and speed destroyed all in its path. Floods and deluges coursed through the land, shifting the earth as we speak. Even the beaches themselves were rocked with mile high waves that decimated all in its path.

And then – after what felt like an eternity – the storms suddenly stopped. The skies opened, and from them, the glorious sun appeared, illuminating the land. Light and life had returned to Ancient Alektrios.

But from the Dragon's Seat, a new being emerged. Gone was Hirai-Ki, and gone was the warrior who set off to face it. What came down from the mountain's summit was not woman, nor dragon; not human, nor beast. No, what emerged from the Dragon's Seat was something... different.

This woman's hair was a silver-white, her eyes a vibrant purple, and in her hands she held a katana, one containing the raw might of weather within its blade. Cackling with electricity and holding mastery over the clouds, this mysterious woman descended into Ancient Alektrios, appearing like a goddess to those beneath her. With her sword and newfound mastery over the storms, she ushered Alektrios into a new age of prosperity.

This is the tale of the katana known as Hirai-Ki. It is said that those worthy enough to wield the legendary blade, are blessed with the ability to command the weather itself.

At least... that's how the story goes...

Strrrrrip! Strrrrriiiip! Strrrrrrrrip!

“Haaah... hnnn... ffff..."

Around and around and around and around, the young man wrapped a coil around his wrist and arm. He could still feel the tension within his limbs from yesterday's training, causing his muscles to quake. A press would help, but he knew this was a band aid on a much larger issue. After today's training, he would be sure to visit Nurse Rodeline. She'd help set him straight.

The dusty barracks of the knight's academy, was a familiar sight to him. The wooden benches that looked like they haven't been cleaned in decades, the weapons strewn on the wall of varying quality, and, yes, the various crates resting about that contained goddess knows what inside of it. This was not a place for pleasantries, this was a place for business.

And in the center of it all, tending to a wound he suffered during yesterday's training, was a young man. He was a fit and athletic young thing, with curly blond hair, brown eyes, and a somewhat no-nonsense face that gave him a cool veneer. But then you'd look at the top of his hair and see that stupid cowlick extending from the top of it, and it would make you laugh. And – unfortunately – no amount of glaring would make the laughing stop.

Despite his age, his body had been honed by a rigorous set of training he had endured since youth. It blessed him with a brawny though lithe physique, with musculature on his arms, legs, chest and stomach. He wasn't the biggest of knights around – that honor probably went to Tumba – but he was far from the weakest man around. And considering the number of bruises that adorned his body, he certainly had the evidence to back that claim up.

Rrrrrriiiip!

With his bandaging done, the young man lifted his arm and checked it by giving a few flexes. His gauze remained firm and he gave an affirmative nod, before standing up to his feet. Looking over, his white and blue uniform had been neatly folded upon a nearby crate, with a sheathed sword resting atop it. A white tailcoat with a blue under shirt and white slacks, the garbs were dusty and worn, but they were still usable and form-fitting. After putting them on, the young man checked himself over, fastened his sword upon his hips, and then turned to face the exit. He walked through it and...

Stood beneath Alektrios' infinite storm.

This was the destination of many who were not fortunate enough to be born in their kingdom's upper or middle class. While Alektrios was far from the poorest land around, that did not make it free of the destitute and impoverished. And when you're born in the lower class with almost no hope for a satisfactory future, joining the kingdom's armed forces may be your only hope. At the very least, it would help his parents out.

Ah... but we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?

“Marche! There you are! You know the drill! Head to the training grounds!"

“Aye aye..." replied the blond young man.

Alektrios was a kingdom borne from bloodshed. When its current ruler – Empress Alektrios herself – came into power, she did so by performing a bloody coup. The original rulers of the kingdom – back when it was known as Valdeim – were routed by the Empress, who slaughtered them all. What followed were years of civil warring, which came to an end when the Empress destroyed all of her rivals.

Of course, that all happened years ago before Marche was even born. For him, Alektrios' infinite storm was the only sky he had ever seen. He remembered seeing the sun once, maybe twice in his nineteen years of living... but he wasn't sure if those moments were only dreams. And being too poor to leave Alektrios, it wasn't like he could go to another land and experience the sun there.

Didn't matter anyway. He can't long for something he's never truly experienced before, can he?

The Northern Outpost. With a name like that, you can probably surmise the purpose of this base. Located beyond the town of Roeven, if was the military base before one would enter into the northern plains of Alektrios. The next outpost would be Outpost Phandra, which sat at the base of mountain of Phandra.

Decades ago, the Northern Outpost was like all the outposts of Alektrios, meaning it once belonged to the deposed nation of Valdeim. One may even find paraphernalia belonging to the old republic scattered about. To Marche, the Northern Outpost was his home, as he had been living here since he joined the knight academy.

“There you are, Cadet!" shouted the burly voice of his commander, “I hope the blow you suffered yesterday didn't affect you too poorly!"

Marche looked over. Nearby was an older man, one with gray hair, an incredible height, and a stout appearance. His name was Garvin, and from what they say, he originally served the Empress during her earliest campaign. Standing tall over the plethora of young men before him, he stood with his arms behind his back, then gestured over towards the stands next to him.

“You know what to do, Marche," he said with this sternness in his voice.

Nodding, the young man headed over towards the stands, where there were many other cadets sitting just like him. They all wore the same blue and white uniform, and all had the same sword sheathed at their hips. Similar in age as well, they were between the ages of seventeen for the youngest, and twenty-eight for the oldest. Together, these young men sat in the stands before the training field in front of them, watching as their commander walked to the center of it.

“Good morning, cadets!" Gavin shouted as he gazed his subordinates in the eyes, “I hope you've had a good sleep last night! You will need it for today's events! Everyday, my fellow commanders and I work to hone your bodies into suitable knights. Not just for the Empress and her daughters, but for Alektrios as a whole! Even now, years after the civil war that eventually brought our country together, dissenters still ignore the noble rule of our Thunder Goddess, and the power she holds over our land. I say this without an ounce of hyperbole, that even though Alektrios has seen peace since the birth of our beloved Princess Minerva, that does not mean Astria herself willed it so! No! We have peace because brave and selfless young men and women like you, lay their lives on the line to keep the peace for others!"

“Gaaah... man, Commander," said Marche, as a smirk adorned his lips, “Do you have to say this every morning? I swear... I hear your speech in my dreams!"

A series of chuckles left the lips of all the cadets in the stand, lightening the mood. Even their commander started to grin before dropping his head and chuckling. As the chuckles died down, Gavin brought his gaze up, where he looked at Marche dead in the eye.

“I'm happy to hear that yesterday's tumble did not ruin your sense of humor, Cadet," he said, “Because of that, I think it's only right that you – Mr. Marche – are the first to perform for us!"

“Glk...? Wait... me...?" Marche repeated.

“OOOOOooooooOOOOOoooooooo!" said the combined voices of his fellow cadets, like they were schoolgirls who had just overheard some juicy gossip. It was annoying... but Marche knew if he wasn't the center of attention, he'd be joining them.

“Please, Cadet," said Gavin as he raised his hand and gestured it towards himself, “Join me on the battlefield!"

“Ugh... aye aye, sir," he replied.

Doing as he was told, Marche begrudgingly stood up from his seat and walked down the stands. The childish snickers of his fellow cadets sounded off around him, but he ignored it as he joined Gavin upon the battleground. His commander smiled, nodded too... before shifting his face into a stern and serious glare.

“Assume the position, Cadet!" he shouted.

Doing as he was told, Marche quickly grew tense with his stance. His legs parted, his back leaned forward, and he grabbed the handle of his sword. Focusing his gaze, he locked his eyes on his commander, who himself assumed a similar battle position to his own.

“Now... DRAW!" Gavin shouted.

Shwing!

Again he obeyed his commander's order, and pulled his sword from its scabbard.. his wooden sword. It was immaculately carved; a thick weapon forged by the hands of a true artisan. But it was a wooden sword nonetheless, one meant for practice, not actual warfare. Regardless, Marche held it firm with both of his hands, and pointed its tip towards his commander.

“Good job, cadet," said Gavin as he stepped to the side, “Now then! I believe it is time for our special guest to make her appearance!"

“Wh-what? Special guest?" said Marche as he looked at his commander, “We aren't going to practice together?"

“Heh heh... I'm afraid not this time, Cadet," said Gavin, “What? Are you shocked? Remember, you are training to become a knight in our Thunder Goddess royal army! You must be prepared for anything! Whether it be training with me, or training with... someone else. Heh heh..." he nodded, “Now then, where was I?"

Placing his hands behind his back, Gavin turned and made his exit from the battlefield. And as he did so, he revealed who this 'special guest' was. And when Marche saw her...

“You..."

He growled.

She was a tall young woman, one who was probably an inch or two taller than he was. Her skin was dark, nearly bronze in color, and she had plump lips. From her head fell wild blonde hair that hat two bangs which fell along her cheeks. It helped to frame her rowdy and hoyden face. She had a very tomboyish vibe to her. If it wasn't for her pronounced chest, you may even confuse her outright for being a boy!

Compared to him, she was a downright amazon! While not the bulkiest or the burliest, she looked like she could easily crush a person with her bare hands if she willed it. Musculature laid on her arms like she was a Valkyrie warrior, and she carried herself with the same level of poise and grace. She wore the same uniform he did, but hers was cleaner, lacking any sort of grime, wear or tear, and was rather form-fitting as well.

But this all paled in comparison to her eyes. They were vibrant. They were powerful. They were purple. And they were looking directly at him.

“Heya... Marche!" said the young woman with a grin as she palmed the hilt of her wooden sword.

“Flavia..." Marche growled back, his stance growing tighter, “Still at the Northern Outpost? I thought you would've returned to your own base by now!"

“Kukukuku! Hey! I was still around! I thought I'd come over and help train ya a little bit more!" replied the blonde – Flavia, “Besides, it looks like that injury you suffered isn't too bad!"

“One would think that after all of your sparing matches, you'd be used to this," Gavin commented as he stood on the sidelines, a smile on his lips, “I'm happy to see that your rivalry has only increased your passions, instead of dulled it."

“Yeah! Especially since Marche loses all the time!" a fellow cadet jeered.

“Be that as it may," said Gavin as he raised his hand and pointed at Marche, “Loss is one thing. Utter defeat is something else entirely. Regardless of Marche's low success rate, the fact that he never gives in is the type of spirit I want to see in you cadets! Marche should be respected for his unwillingness to accept defeat. But before I go on yet another one of my supposedly infamous rants..." he dropped his arm, “Flavia. Please. Assume the position."

“Yes, Commander! Kukukuku!"

Her taunting chortles filling the air, the bronze amazon did as she was told. Mirroring Marche, she parted her legs and then withdrew her wooden weapon from its scabbard, where she held it out before her with both hands.

Wearing a grin on her lips, Flavia locked her purple eyes upon Marche in the distance. He tensed up further, and his frown grew longer. The tension between them was strong and thick... even if everyone here already knew what the outcome of their battle would be. Regardless, the young cadet would not give his rival any quarter. All the while, Gavin raised his hand up high... and then dropped it.

“BEGIN!"

“HIYAAA!"

“KYAAAH!"

…

Her name was Flavia, and despite the animosity he showed to her, she was one of the few people in this world he'd call his friend. No a colleague, or an acquaintance, or a co-worker, but an honest friend.

Marche grew up in the heart of his nation: the capital city known as Raiden. It was where the royal family lived, and was by far the largest city in all of Alektrios. That being said, it was far from a perfect city. Like all countries, you have your rich... and you have your poor. No city is perfect, and Raiden was one such city.

He grew up in the slums of Raiden, where the royal palace was nothing but a distant dream. Despite living in the same city that his Empress lived in, Marche couldn't remember ever laying eyes on her. He's seen her statue plenty of times, and he's seen her portrait just as much! But not once – not once – had he ever laid eyes on the Empress or any of her seven daughters.

Growing up on the streets of Raiden, Marche was used to being ignored by others. Not many people wanted to give a poor kid like him the time of day, and yeah, he couldn't blame them. But Flavia was different. He didn't know if she was poor like him or middle-class, but he did know that his impoverished nature wasn't a problem to her. She treated him like any other boy... which meant she often times bullied him due to her taller and more fit stature.

But that was back when they were children; no older than nine or ten. Now as they were young adults... yeah, she still bullied him, if their rivalry in sparring match was any indication! But despite that, he could not deny the positive effect she's had on his life. For instance, if it wasn't for her, he probably wouldn't be here right now.

“Hey, Marche! You okay?"

“Tch... yeah... I'm fine..."

Strrrrrip! Strrrrriiiip! Strrrrrrrrip!

Bandages. He remembered the first time he sparred with an opponent. It left his body wrapped up like one of those mummies from Khalil. His aunt threw a fit over it, almost forced him to leave the knight academy outright. But now, the feeling of bandages being wrapped around his body was a familiar feeling.

Is that a good thing? No no... that's certainly a bad thing.

Marche sat on a bench, mirroring what happened hours ago in the barracks. Only now he was sitting in the outpost's infirmary... which wasn't much of an improvement, all things considered. It was still dusty, still had crates sitting around, and Nurse Rodeline were busy tending to other injuries in other areas of the outpost! That just left Marche alone... well... alone with Flavia.

“Here, take this," said the blonde as she handed him a jar, one that had a flower root in it, “Put it in your mouth and chew on it. It's called Rosa Kamille. It's a type of herb that helps numb pain."

“What... are you a doctor now?" asked Marche as he took the bottle from his friend.

“Kukukukuku! When you get hurt as much as I do, finding a way to deal with the pain is kinda important!" Flavia replied as she sat down next to him, “Just chew on it a little bit. Breathe it in too! After a little while, you'll feel better!"

Doing as he was told, Marche began chewing on the herb. It was thick... smelled rather bitter too... but it had this surprisingly sweet taste to it. After a few moments, the tension and pain in his arm – as well as the pain from the bruises he suffered – began fading away. A smile even spread on his lips... which made Flavia chuckle.

“Heeeey... don't enjoy it too much!" she said in a teasing manner, “We don't want you to become a junkie, do we?"

“Oh shut up..." Marche mumbled, making Flavia laugh even louder.

“Hey! You're doing it wrong, by the way!"

“Doing... what wrong?" he asked.

“Your bandages," she answered as she grabbed the coil of gauze from the side, “You just wrap it around and expect it to do something. You gotta make sure it gives a bit of a squeeze, ya'know? Here, let me show you."

Strrrrriiiiiiiiip!

Ripping off a few coils, Flavia began applying it to Marche's body. She started on his left arm, and began wrapping coils from his shoulders down to his wrists. Despite her hoyden nature, she moved with grave as she applied the bandages to his body. They squeezed down on his arm, covering the injuries he suffered, and doing so without excessive use of coils. Compared to his right arm which he tended to himself, and you'd see how his bandaging was messy, loose in certain areas, and too tight in others.

But Flavia didn't stop at just his arm. Being shirtless, he had a few bruises on his chest and stomach. So she moved over and began wrapping bandages around his upper torso. Marche blushed before pouting, attempting to hide his embarrassment. It wasn't working, as the blonde chuckled. But despite her typically brash nature, she didn't tease him for it. No, she focused on coiling his body, wrapping him up to help soothe his pain.

“There... that should do it!" she said before delivering a 'Smack!' to his back, “You almost look back to 100%!"

“Nnggh...! Maybe I would be... if someone didn't just strike me like that," Marche growled as he shot her a sideways glance, “Dammit, Flavia! Don't you know how strong you are? You hit like a rampaging horse!"

“Kukukukuku! Yeah, I get that sometimes!" she replied, making him groan, “Buuuut... do you feel better?"

“Well..."

Raising his arm, Marche began rolling it around. Unlike his coils, Flavia's were tightened in such a way that his movement wasn't limited. Hell, he'd argue she did a better job than some of the nurses! Compare that to his slapdash job and, yeah, there as no comparison. He could barely swing his arm around without having to force his coils!

“It is better, isn't it?" asked Flavia, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Yes, Flavia... it's better..." he answered, to which she laughed.

“Kakakakakaka! Yeah! That's it!"

Again Marche rolled his eyes. Yes, even something as simple as hearing him admit that his coils were better, was a victory she couldn't help but to take advantage of. And, boy, did Flavia indulge in it; laughing and laughing and laughing... until finally calming down.

Growing silent, the two looked at one another. His brown eyes gazed over, meeting her purple ones. The smile on her lips was the same smile she always wore. Playful, brash, and just a few seconds away from grinning. But she never grinned... she just... looked at him. And it made Marche raise an eyebrow.

“Is there... something wrong...?" he asked, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

“No, no... no..." said Flavia as she shook her head, “I just wanted to tell you something, and I figured I should tell you now. I'm about to start heading back out to my outpost, and I probably won't see you for a few days... or weeks..."

“Weeks...?" he repeated, to which she shook her head.

“Ah... doesn't matter," said Flavia with a dismissive wave of her hand, “Hey, listen! And keep this one a secret, or else I'll stab ya!"

“Wh-what!?"

“Kukukuku! So, you know Vescus, right? One of our country's neighbors? Empress Astria is planning on going to Vescus later this month. But she doesn't want it to be anything big. Just... like... a little visit... kinda like a vacation! Kuku!"

“Wh... what? Why are you telling me this? In fact..." he raised an eyebrow, “How do you know this?"

“My commander at my outpost is a smart man, but whoa is he loud!" she answered, “I overheard him talking about it. I'm sure most other commanders know this by now. I'm telling you this because Empress Astria is heading through a place called Haynor's Pass, and from what I've heard, it's somewhat desolate in those parts. Just a lot of green... fields... forests... and not much else."

“Uh-huh... and... what does this have to do with me?" asked Marche as he raised an eyebrow in her direction, “You said it yourself that his is supposed to be a secret, so...?" he shrugged his shoulders, “Why tell me this?"

“Ugh! Why are you so stupid!?" Flavia snapped as she swatted his shoulder.

“Ow! H-hey! Stop that! I'm not healed yet, you know!?"

“Look, this can be a good thing for you, Marche!" she continued, ignoring his request, “You're a hard worker, and have been a cadet for the past... two years! You need to apply yourself! When the Empress starts looking for a knight to be her guard, that knight should be you!"

“But... wait, you said it's a secret, right?" replied Marche, “Wouldn't me asking to be her guard be... really suspicious? Especially if only certain commanders are supposed to know?"

“I... uh..." Flavia paused, her expression blanking, “Shit... I didn't really think about that... uhh..." she shook her head and looked back, “No! No... no! Don't mind that! Okay, so, don't go to them asking to be Empress Astria's personal knight, okay! Just uh... um... uh... just really push yourself, okay? Like... reeeaaalllly push yourself over the next month! When myyyyy... Empress starts looking for a knight, I'm sure you'll be at the top of the list!"

“This..." Marche shook his head, “Really seems like a shot in the dark. There's... dozens of cadets at this outpost alone! And... wouldn't she want a more experienced knight? I've only guarded this outpost and the city streets of Cremia. I've never even been in any true combat outside of drunken fools. What makes you think I'll be at the top of any list?"

“Tch... with that kind of attitude, you'll never become a full knight!" said Flavia, annoying Marche.

“Look, there's a difference between hoping for something to happen, and that something to have such a minuscule chance, that you might as well not even think about it!" he snapped, “I appreciate you telling me this, Flavia, and I thank you for trying to help me, but..." he shrugged his shoulders, “I don't think it's gonna happen..."

“Hmm..."

Flavia curled in and placed her thumbs to her chin in a thoughtful pose. Even she – with her seemingly infinite confidence – had to admit that the chances of this happening were... slim. He was her friend, but compared to the world around them, he was just a knight.

Just a knight...

“Ah... well... look... just think about it, okay?" asked Flavia as she lightly jabbed his shoulder, “You've been training and working harder than anyone here. I've seen you do it for years! And all of the money you make goes straight to your parents in Raiden. If anyone deserves a chance to prove himself... its you."

“I... uh..." shaking his head, Marche's face grew long, “I dunno... isn't this... really serious? Even if Haynor's Pass is empty like you said, protecting Empress Alektrios is... aahh. Like... what if I mess up? What if we get attacked? What then?"

“Bwahahahahahahaha! So what!?" Flavia replied, making him jump, “Marche, Empress Astria is the Thunder Goddess! If you get attacked, she'll just strike those idiots with a bolt of lightning!"

“I... uh... huh..." he crossed his arms, “Well... you got me there..." then he shook his head, “But... wait... why don't you want the position? Wouldn't you be a better fit anyway? You just beat me in our 30th sparing match! If anyone should protect Empress Alektrios, it should be you."

“I uh... uhhhh..." she shook her head and stood up, “Listen, okay! I just told you this because I wanted to help out! I'm find wealth wise! And I'm not looking for any promotions anytime soon either! I'm... fine, 'kay!"

“Uh... o... okay..." he mumbled.

“Just think about it, Marche!" Flavia continued as she started marching for the door, “And... really learn how to put bandages on your body. You can't keep hurting yourself like that!"

“Wh-what? You're the one who's hurt me!" he replied.

His only answer was Flavia's laughter as the bronze amazon slipped out of the infirmary, leaving him all alone. Glaring at the doorway, Marche remained sitting on the bench for several moments, before sighing and looking down. Still chewing on the herb in his mouth, he looked down at his hands and checked over his bandages, while in his head he thought about Flavia's words.

It is true that he had been working hard the past two years to provide for his family. A position like this would no doubt garner him a promotion in the near future. Any pay increase – no matter how minor – would be a godsend for his family.

But like he said before; the chances of him being chosen for such an honorable position was so slim, it may as well have been 0. Seriously, almost every other knight would have to drop dead for him to have even a chance of being chosen! It was enough to make him wonder why Flavia even wasted time to tell him this!

But she did have a point. He could – at the very least – apply himself harder over the next month. Even if he didn't get to ferry their Empress over to Vescus, his hardworking nature would have to open up some doors... right?

Well... he wasn't going to get that promotion by sitting here. The sparring match may be over, but his training was not. It was time to get back to work.

…

So... yeah... he did it. Despite his own misgivings, his own resistance to Flavia's idea... he did it. He worked hard over the month, pushing himself harder than all of his other cadet's put together. All jobs he could take, no matter how minor or how difficult, he took them on without hesitation. He was already a hard worker compared to his colleagues, so pushing himself even harder wasn't too difficult.

It was annoying though. Damn, was it annoying.

But he did it... and yet... why did he do it? Not even he knew. He already made it known how he expected nothing to happen, but that didn't stop him from working hard. Maybe he was hopeful that he would be able to work for the Empress? At the very least, this would garner him some accolades.

Yeah right...

One month. It took one month. It was a long month, one he felt like just wouldn't end. And with each passing day, he didn't even know if Flavia's intel was right, or if she was just blowing hot air! There was a good chance that the Empress would even cancel her trip! But he still pushed on, still did his work, still performed better than anyone else. And what did that leave him?

Tired. It left him tired.

“Oooh... hnnn... aaaah..."

Marche groaned as he rested on his cot. In the distance, one could hear the grumble of thunder, which seemed to coincide with his suffering. Curses to Flavia for setting him on this fool's quest. But more importantly, curses to himself for even falling for this stupid crap. It left him as nothing more than a crumpled heap of flesh on his cot, groaning in pain throughout the night. Maybe he could ask Commander Gavin for a day off today, just to mend himself following his fatigue?

“Hey! Marche! It's time to move!"

Then again... maybe not.

Begrudgingly, Marche pulled himself up. Glaring at the door was another cadet, one dressed in his full uniform. He wore a somewhat serious face on his look, almost as if he had been running all day. It caused the blond to lean up and cock his head, curious and confused.

“Is something... wrong...?" Marche asked, to which his fellow cadet shook his head.

“Just put on your uniform!" he replied, “And head out to the front gate! Our Empress is coming."

No fucking shot.

Marche's expression turned blank as his fellow knight rushed away from the barracks, leaving him sitting there with his eyes wide. Was Flavia... right!? No no! He was getting ahead of himself! He had a job to do!

Shooting upright, Marche quickly rushed for his uniform in the corner of the room. As he put his attire on, he could hear the feet of his fellow knights and cadets all rumble throughout the outpost. One could feel the tension in the air, and not just because they were about to see their Empress. Seriously, Marche himself felt as if the air was... heavy.

Similar to how the air would be when a powerful storm was brewing.

He shook his head and ignored it, instead focusing on getting his uniform on. Once he was dressed up, he rushed out the barracks... only to double back and grab his scabbard. The uniform wouldn't look complete without it.

Just as he heard, the entire outpost was rushing with footsteps. Knights, cadets, captains, and commanders alike were all rushing through the hall, as if this meeting was... sudden. Wasn't this supposedly planned months in advance? Marche pondered this in his head... before shaking it and running off. It didn't matter; Empress Alektrios was here now. Besides, maybe some plans changed behind the walls.

Along with his fellow knights, Marche quickly made way to the front gates of the Northern Outpost. It was a wide open space, circular in size with the mighty stone walls surrounding its perimeter. In the back was the outpost itself; a wide structure that stood over two stories tall. Much like all of Alektrios, it carried with it this Mannerism architecture with its arched walls and pointed roof. But it was also layered, as if stacked atop one another in a style similar to Eastern architecture. It was all silver and black, with the only true color coming from the purple flags of their nation.

Under the guidance of captains and commanders, they were guided around to flank the entrance so that when the Empress emerged through the gates, she'd have her knights on all sides. They all then stood upright, and kept their hands on their swords as they wore stoic and professional expressions.

Everyone did as they were told. Naturally, Marche did likewise. And yet, he found himself... fidgeting. He couldn't believe that Flavia was right, but that's not why he was shaking. The air too was tense and strong, and only growing stronger with every passing second. But, no, that too was not why he was shaking. He was shaking because he realized... this would be the first time he was ever in his Empress' presence.

Why did that make him shiver? No, he wasn't the only one here. Gazing around, one could see trembles echo throughout his fellow cadets. Almost everyone here was shaken and even frightened. Even a few captains and commanders seemed to shudder. This was... alarming, to put it lightly. Marche's eyes even darted around, as if he could gleam some information from the twitching faces and stiff stances. But before anyone could say another word...

GRRAAAGGGGGGGGRAAAAAAGGGGGRAAAAAAAAAGGGGG!!!

The gears of the gates were turning.

Everyone watched as they opened, where on the other end there laid a carriage. It was black on its walls, white on its roof, while its four edges were golden spires in the shape of dragons. And on the surface of this elegant carriage was the image of an indigo serpent. The windows meanwhile were white yet tinted, making it impossible to see who sat on the other end... save for their shadowed figure. From sight alone, one would get choked up not just by its elegant and royal air, but the shear divinity that was contained therein.

Drawn by a regal white horse, the carriage slowly entered the walls of the outpost. At its driver's seat was a man, one with jet black hair, slightly pale skin, and these incredibly dark red eyes. Wearing a black and white uniform and wearing a playful smile, this man was their Empress' butler.

He guided the horse into the center of the field, surrounded on all sides by their knights. Remaining tense, Marche watched as Commander Gavin walked up to meet the driver of the carriage, who bowed towards her in honest. Dismounting from his seat, the butler and commander traded a few words, but the distance was so great that no one could hear them. Then the butler walked over, coming to the doors of the carriage where he walked up its stairs and grabbed its knob... and then pulled on it.

The door opened up and the butler bowed. Commander Gavin did likewise. And...

Click... Clack... Click... Clack...

Purple and gold heels.

She descended down from the carriage, not a woman, nor an Empress... but a goddess. Elegant and regal, she had a body that was curvaceous, voluptuous, and rich with maturity and motherhood. From her wide and curvy hips, to her equally as curvy shoulders, and the narrow midriff that was slim and trim; she was like a dancer, but with the divine grace of a mature woman.

On her shoulders laid a cloak, one that fell all the way to her feet. It was black and color, with a puffy white color, and a golden serpent emblazoned upon its surface. Parted at the front, the cloak revealed the robes she wore beneath. They were mostly white and navy blue, with a purple and gold sash tied around her waist, and purple trim along the collar and bodice. An open bodice mind you, that allowed anyone and everyone to gaze upon her glorious and divine chest.

Such a bountiful bosom. Lofty, busty, curvy, mature, with this deep cleavage that seem to plunge and plunge and plunnnggee. So shapely as well, it rested atop her chest with this luscious curvature that only a woman ten, if not twenty years her junior could only have! They also raised up and down, moving in perfect sync motion with every breath she took.

From her head spilled hair that was silver and white. And it felt loooooooong. Even when tied into an elegant ponytail, her hair flowed all the way down to her knees and ankles, and swayed about like a soft wind was constantly rustling it. You could easily think of hair was a cloud thanks to its size and hue, not to mention how it seemed to ignore gravity.

A needle was stuck in her hair. One that was golden, with a purple tasle hanging from it. This needle helped to keep her elegant ponytail in place in the back. At the front, her hair was sleek and curvy, with parted bangs to open up and frame her regal and mature face.

A divine face. A face that was beautiful, heavenly, regal, mature... perfect. Just simply perfect. From her pointed and curved nose, to her elegant thin lips, and especially her sharp... deep... magnificent... enthralling... electricity... purple eyes. Purple eyes that were familiar to Marche, as if he'd seen them before.

Plenty of times before.

She was perfection. No, it begs to be repeated; she was complete feminine perfection! From her voluptuous and erotic form thanks to her curvy bust, waist and hips, to the aura of regal strength and divine authority that she radiated from her face, this woman was not a woman, but truly a goddess.

A Thunder Goddess.

Empress Astria Alektrios stood before her knights, who all bowed before her in reverent honor and the utmost of respect. She wore a face that seemed indifferent, continuing to exude this force of heavenly might. With her butler guiding her, she walked to the center of the knights, and swept her purple eyes over all of them. She appeared to be looking for something – for someone – but she said nothing. Instead, the Empress rose her hand... and smiled.

“You may rise."

The sound of her voice... ah... it was elegant... powerful... charming... rich. It was like hearing the voice of a goddess. When she spoke, even the clouds above seem to rumble slightly in tune with her. And yet – again – Marche felt as if her voice was somewhat... familiar. The tone was mature and refined, yes, but the cadence was somewhat nostalgic to him. As if he had heard it somewhere before.

Regardless, when Astria spoke, everyone straightened up. Still, they retained the utmost respect for their Empress as they remained stiff and guarded. Turning away, the Thunder Goddess began walking off for the entrance of the outpost, leaving the knights in her wake as she was joined by Commander Gavin. Everyone's head turned, watching as she entered into the outpost... only to stop.

For a brief moment, Astria turned. She gazed upon everyone, sweeping her eyes over the faces of all the cadets, captains, and commanders that surrounded her... until her gaze stopped on one.

Astria's purple eyes met Marche's, and for a brief moment, all of reality seemed to stop. They were looking at one another – his brown eyes trapped by her purple ones – where he saw her lips curl into a smile.

Then the door closed shut.

THUD!

For several more moments, everyone remained tense. The air was still heavy, not just by the presence of their Empress in the outpost, but the atmosphere felt as if it was being weighed down by... something. As if the clouds themselves were pushing down upon them.

One by one, the once stiff cadets began to relax. Whispers and murmurs began echoing among the knights, mostly confused by the sudden visit of their Empress. But not for Marche. He remained standing in a stiff manner, his gaze focused on the door.

“Flavia...?" he whispered.

…

“My Goddess... t-to what honor do I owe this impromptu visit?"

“Hm..."

Ephemeral. That's one word one would use to describe the Empress of Alektrios.

Her presence was surprising. No build up, no warning, no nothing. All they got was a messenger appearing on horseback about thirty minutes before Astria's arrival. It left the captains and commanders choked up. Under such short notice, they brought her to the command center of the base, which was quickly cleaned up under such short notice. And yet there were still so many crates resting around, haphazardly placed about.

And yet...

“More tea, my Empress?"

“But of course, Kaito."

Astria was sitting before the command center's main table, wearing a smile on her lips. Behind her, her butler walked up with a silver tea set. With the utmost of professionalism, he grabbed its kettle and poured for his Empress a cup of golden-brown tea.

“Sugar, ma'am?"

“Of course."

Nodding, her butler – Kaito – proceeded to drop two cubes of sugar into her cup of tea, and then mix it up with a spoon. Once prepared, he handed the cup to his Empress, who silently thanked him. Bringing the cup to her lips, Astria enjoyed a few burning sips of it. And as she did so, her commanders watched, sweating from apprehension and confusion.

“Wonderful," said Astria as she placed her cup down and looked up, her purple eyes meeting Commander Gavin's hesitant face, “I apologize for my sudden appearance, Commander Gavin. I understand this may have disrupted your plans for the day."

“No, my Empress, never," said Gavin as he bowed his head before her, “We are your royal army. Whatever you need us for, you need only ask, and we will obey without hesitation. I only wish to know to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"

“Right..." said Astria as she cocked her head at him, a warm smile adorning her lips, “Have you ever been to Nibor Castle, Commander?"

“Beg your pardon, my Empress?"

“Nibor is one of the largest cities in Vescus, one of our neighboring lands," she explained, “Nibor Castle is the name of their opera house, and it is perhaps the most impressive opera house in all of the lower continent. I have enjoyed a plethora of performances in Nibor Castle, all of which have been nothing short of mesmerizing. Kukuku... I tell you this because a show is to be performed at Nibor Castle over the coming days, and I plan on enjoying it."

“I see..." mumbled Commander Gavin, before realization struck him “Oh! Would you like it if I prepared an retinue for you? It may be under short notice, but my men here in the Northern Outpost are as disciplined as they professional! We'll mobilize for you in a matter of moments."

“Kukuku... I appreciate your proposal, but I'm afraid not," Astria answered, causing Gavin to cock his head, “I would like my visit of Nibor Castle to be a more... quiet affair."

“A... quiet affair?" Gavin repeated, confused.

“Yes, a quiet affair," Astria reaffirmed, “I do not wish for my visit to be a political trip. I have no intentions of meeting King Bruen, or even their beloved champion, Gunter Minos. No. I just want to go to Nibor Castle, and enjoy a lovely show," she smiled at him, “Do you understand?"

“I... y-yes, I understand," said Gavin with a nod, “So this visit of yours is just a pit stop? Will you just be going with your butler?"

“Yes and no," said Astria, “This visit is nothing more than a pit stop, but I will not be going the rest of the way with my butler. No..." looking over, she flashed her servant a smile, who smiled back, “Kaito will be returning to Alektrios Estate. Someone must look after my daughters while I am away."

“So... you will be going to Nibor Castle alone?"

Astria chuckled, and then shook her head.

“Of course not," she answered, “I require a driver for my carriage. If I may be so bold, Commander Gavin, may I request one of your knights to serve as my driver? Of course, they'll remain with me during my stay in Nibor, as I'm sure you'll understand."

“But of course, my Empress, but of course!" said Gavin, “Allow me to call upon my captains! I'm sure any one of them would love to serve as your driver!"

“Kukuku! Again, I appreciate how forward you are being, Commander... but..." she shook her head, “I already have my eye on a driver, one who serves at the Northern Outpost. May I request him speecifically?"

Gavin raised an eyebrow.

“Do you mean..."

…

With their Empress here at the Northern Outpost, almost all of the day's schedule had been changed. No training in the morning, guarding shifts had been entirely rearranged, and even knights in the neighboring town had been recalled. At almost every corner of the military base there were knights standing guard, all to protect their ruler. Honestly? Marche had never seen it be so... professional.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

He stood on the eastern wall of the outpost, his arms crossed and brown eyes gazing upwards. As it was before, it was now; the air was still thick and heavy. Raising his hand, Marche would curl it, feeling droplets of moisture stain his palm. This was not a new phenomena in Alektrios. Even he's experienced it a few times while in Raiden. This presence... this was Astria's presence.

There's a reason why they call her the Thunder Goddess. It wasn't hyperbole, it wasn't exaggeration, it wasn't baseless praise for the sake of appeasing their Empress' ego. No, Astria was called the Thunder Goddess because she is a goddess.

When one enters Alektrios, it's infinite storm is the first phenomena they'd experience. It endlessly swirls above their land, keeping it in a perpetual state of gray. Wind and rain, thunder and lightning, floods and tornadoes; these were all common in their kingdom. And it was all Astria's doing.

But...

Everyone who's lived here is used to it. Marche himself has never complained about it. How could he when it was the only life he's ever known? But there's a difference between standing beneath a storm that flows endlessly, and being in the presence of the being who causes said storm. He's never seen Astria before today, but now he understood that the presence he felt now was her presence. All those rare moments when he felt the air grow thick in Raiden, that was his goddess' doing.

Huh... but... what of those eyes?

Astria's presence was one thing; her eyes were something else entirely. Closing his eyes, he could still see them. Their purple vibrancy and the expression she wore on her face, not to mention the cadence in her voice, was all so familiar. But that can't be, right? He's never seen her before, and he's never heard her either! So why did he feel like he has? He knew the answer. It was because it reminded him of--

“Marche!"

“Wh-what!?"

Marche quickly tensed up, his cheeks red and lips closed. Fearing that he was being called out in a moment of perceived laziness, the young cadet was quick to try and act professional! But when he turned, he did not see the angry faces of a superior, but instead--

“Commander Gavin?" he said, confused.

“Chin up, Cadet," said his superior as he gave him a stern gaze, “You've been called upon by your Empress. Personally."

Marche paused.

“WHAT!?" he shouted.

Gavin looked at him with a deadly expression on his face; this was no joke. It caused Marche to step backwards as his mouth hung open in disbelief. Empress Astria called him personally? This had to be a joke, right?

“D-Did I do something wrong?" Marche asked, assuming that some mistake had to have been made.

“No," replied Gavin, “All will be explained in due time, Marche. We must return to the barracks so that you can have a change of clothes."

“A change of... c-clothes...?" he mumbled, “What is going on...?"

Gavin didn't answer, instead turning around so that he could lead Marche back to the barracks. The young knight followed behind closely, while his mind raced with thoughts. Empress Astria called upon him personally? WHY!? What had he done to gain such a great – though terrifying – honor!? He's never even seen Astrai until today!

Naturally, his mind wondered to Flavia. It was all to coincidental, wasn't it? His friend/rival appears one day, tells him information that no one was privy to, and then a month later after he's worked so hard at the Northern Outpost, he's called upon Astria during a surprise visit? It almost all seemed... planned.

But, no, he wasn't going to let that get into his head, not now. He wasn't even sure if this was all connected! Astria could be calling upon him for a different reason... although he wouldn't know what that reason would be. It left him flummoxed and confused, while his stomach tossed and turned.

Arriving at the barracks, Marche and Gavin entered inside. Nothing was out of place, but on the young knight's cot there was a neatly folded uniform. This one was different from his however. Where as his uniform was primarily white with blue, the colors of this uniform was inverted. A blue tailcoat, white undershirt, blue slacks, and... white gloves? This uniform was also more immaculately designed than his old one, with a golden trim and lace to it, and a purple dragon etched on one of its collars.

Marche had seen these uniform before as this was the attire typically worn by the Empress' royal guard. Picking it up, he marveled at its exquisite design and the immaculate material it was made from, before looking over towards his commander.

“Am I... to wear this...?" he asked, to which Gavin nodded.

“Of course," he answered as he stepped back, “I will wait for you outside of the doors. When you're done dressing, we will go to the back of the outpost.

Marche opened his mouth to ask another question, but decided against it. Nodding instead, he watched as Gavin exited the barracks, before shifting his gaze back down to the uniform in his hands. Slowly he began undressing, while his mind thought to Flavia. Again, he wondered, was his friend/rival somehow behind all of this? And if so... how?

These questions and more all plagued Marche's head. Nevertheless, he dressed himself in the opulent garbs of the Empress' royal guard. Much to his shock and confusion, it was a perfect fit! Not too tight, but not too loose either. And the gloves on his hands? Oooooooh... such a snug fit! They almost felt like a second layer of skin!

Marche looked over, gazing at himself in a mirror. It's odd how a simple change of clothes can help elevate him to something so much... more. He didn't look like a dingy street rat, nor did he look like some lowly cadet. With the royal guards uniform on his body, he looked so... majestic.

Ah...

But he couldn't linger about for much longer. The Empress was awaiting him, and he knew it would be a very, very, very stupid idea to keep her waiting. So after a deep, deep breath... haaaaah... he turned and left the barracks.

With Gavin's guidance, Marche headed to the back of the outpost. The closer and closer they came, the faster and faster the young knight's heart beat. Was he scared? Of course he was! His Empress wanted to speak to him, and he still didn't know why! How could he not be scared?

But he hid it well. Maybe it was because of all the deep breathing he was doing.

Before he knew it, they had arrived at the doors leading to the back of the outpost. Gavin placed his hands on it and pushed them open for his subordinate, but did not follow him outside. Marche paused and looked at his commander, who merely shook his head. The young knight nodded, swallowed his spit, and then walked outside.

It was... eerily quiet.

Marche was used to the back area of the outpost. It was where he and his fellow cadets trained, worked out, and even just stood around to talk and relax. At any moment, it would be filled with people all running in random directions. But right now, there was nothing.

No. Not completely. In the center of the field sitting before the back gate next to the stables was a royal carriage. Astria's royal carriage. Marche approached it, where his eyes were focused on the horse that drew the carriage.

And such a majestic horse it was. It was broad and strong, slightly bigger than a typical horse, but not as big as a warhorse. Its coat was a shimmering white, one that looked brighter and cleaner than any pearls, and its mane was long and blonde like a golden fleece. Wearing opulent purple and gold headgear and saddle, this truly was a horse meant for royalty... if not divinity.

Hesitantly, Marche approached the horse... oh... the mare! She stood there, attached to the opulent carriage behind it, appearing relaxed and calm. Even when the young knight approached her, the mare did not flinch or turn away. Instead she looked at him, allowing the cadet to raise his hand and place it upon her head.

“Good girl," he whispered in a soothing manner, “You're far more behaved than the horses we have here..."

“Thank you," a voice echoed from behind, “Her name is Beryl. I trained her myself."

Marche's face turned blank. That voice... that elegant, powerful, charming, rich voice. It was her voice.

The young cadet turned around. His eyes fell on--

“E-Empress!?"

Astria stood behind him, having seemingly appeared from thin air. Marche locked up, unable, if not outright incapable of speaking to his Empress. Her presence again brought the thickening of air which choked him. And yet, she wore this soft smile on her mature lips.

Now that the distance between them was closer, Marche could see just how remarkable Astria was. She stood without bend, without flaw, and exuded this mature and regal air. From her silver hair to her voluptuous figure down to her remarkable clothes, the Thunder Goddess was perfect.

And yet, it all was laced with the kindness and warmth of a mother.

Standing at a near equal height as one another, Marche's eyes were attracted to Astria's. And, again, he found them so... familiar. Where had he seen these eyes before? Flavia? N-no, that's not possible! Flavia was... no...

“Marche Wylnn," said the Empress as she took a step closer to him, causing him to grow tenser, “My my... you are a handsome young man. Kukukuku..." her eyes looked him up and down, “So tall. So firm. Kukuku!"

“M-my Empress...?" he muttered, before his eyes swelled and he dropped his head, “Gah! Apologies! Empress Alektrios! I'm Marche Wylnn! It is my honor to... to uh... to..." he raised an eyebrow, “Actually... uh..." leaning back up, he saw Astria smile at him again, “What... what do you want of me, my Empress?"

“Kukukuku..." she turned and pointed at the back gates, “I'm going to a place called Nibor Castle. To get there from Alektrios, the quickest path would be through a location known as Haynor's Pass. It's a vast and empty path. For miles and miles around, all you can see is grass and fields, with a few forests dotting around," she looked back at him, “Due to its shear size however, Haynor's Pass is also a breeding ground for thieves and bandits. It is not lawless – the Knights of Vescus patrol the land stringently - but Haynor's Pass is so big that they cannot cover all of that land on their own. For many travelers – be they merchants, or families or what have you – they hire guards to protect them. I think you can see why I would not do such a thing, being an Empress."

“I... I think I understand," Marche replied as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “You... do you want... do you want me to... be your guard?"

“Kukukukuku! Of course!" Astria replied as she clapped her hands together, “You're a rather sharp young man," she dropped her hands, “I would like you to drive me through Haynor's Pass to the city if Nibor. It is a straight shot, so the travel should not be too difficult so long as we stay on the main path."

“I... I see... but..." he palmed his chest, “M-me? You want me to be your guard and driver?" he looked around, “And just me?"

“Kukukukuku! Yes, that's right!" Astria answered, “I want you to be my guard and driver! Just you and you alone!"

Marche's expression blanked, having no idea how he was supposed to respond to his Empress' request. She was so earnest, so straightforward! Sure, she was laughing and giggling like this was something simple, but to the young knight, this was the most important mission of his life! He wasn't guarding a city, or even chaperoning some foreign diplomat as they enter into his country. This was his Empress – his goddess!

His heart quaked, but Astria reached up. Placing her hand upon his cheek, the Thunder Goddess gently clutched it, drawing his gaze in. Her touch was so smooth, so perfect, so... warm. So incredibly warm. She guided his gaze back towards her, attracting him with her electrifying purple eyes, and the gentle smile on her lips. It soothed the young man, and compelled him to ask,

“Why me...?"

Astria cocked her head.

“Kuku... what can I say? I think you're rather... cute. Kukukuku! You're just my type!"

That...

Was not the response he expected to get.

Face turning blank, Marche watched as Astria – his Empress – laughed. Were her words a joke? Or – in some strange way – was he a joke? Perhaps the joke was the fact that he thought she was being serious with her statement?

Regardless, Astria had said her peace. With nothing else left to say, the Empress walked over to her carriage, then turned to face him. Marche did likewise, meeting her gaze. Without a word, the Thunder Goddess gestured towards the door, garnering an 'Oh!' from the young knight.

Rushing over to the door, Marche opened it up before stepping back and bowing before his Empress. She giggled again, then offered him her hand, which he slowly took. Ah... such a soft hand.

“Thank you," she said as he guided her up into the carriage.

Remaining still, Marche watched as his Empress sat down in the chair. She rested her hands in her lap and turned to face him, this remarkable smile on her divine lips. The sight caused his chest to swell, even made his face turn red! But the knight held his composure. Reaching up, he grabbed the door's handle, and closed it shut.

Thunk!

Even with the door closed and Astria's tinted windows, he could still see her shadow, and feel her presence. But he couldn't let that stagger him. Turning, Marche walked to the driver's seat of the carriage and mounted it. Its seats were black, silver, and soft. When he sat down in it, he felt himself sink.

“Man... this is... ah..." he whispered as he gazed over towards the reins, “Jeeze... even the reins are amazing... haaah... okay. Okay, okay, okay. Okay... haaaahahaaaaa...!"

His body was incredibly sweaty; a result of the anxiety he felt towards his Empress. She was right here behind him in this small carriage! Can you imagine it? Empress Astria Alektrios – the Thunder Goddess – was sitting alone in a carriage, with her only driver and guard being... him. Can you imagine what would happen if he found a way of messing this up? And, no, not in the 'What if we get attacked and she gets hurt?' kind of mistake. She can summon storms; if they get attacked, he was more worried for their enemies than he was worried for themselves!

But that didn't mean he couldn't mess up in some new, more spectacular fashion. Seriously, if he found a way to displease Empress Astria in any way, he may as well commit honorable suicide! Marche wasn't the type of man to think about honor and what have you, but the shame he'd feel would ruin his life for the rest of his days!

So... just don't mess up, right? Easy, right? Oh... if only it were that easy. Didn't matter in the end...

GRRAAAGGGGGGGGRAAAAAAGGGGGRAAAAAAAAAGGGGG!!!

The back gates were opening.

Snapping from his thoughts, Marche looked up and watched as the back gates slowly dropped down. On the other end were the endless green fields of the northern plains. Splitting through it was a stone road which traveled far into the distance. One could see a few farms here and there, but having patrolled these great lands before, Marche knew it wouldn't be too long before he and Astria were... alone.

“Okay, Beryl," whispered the knight as his gaze focused on the mare and her reins, “Please treat me right! Hiiaah!"

Shaking on the reins of the horse, Marche ordered her to start moving forward at a steady pace. The carriage was created with such immaculate detail, that there was no jerking or jumping. They started heading forward, trotting through the gates of the outpost at a steady pace, and exiting out onto the roads.

…

Of all the ways he thought his day would go, this was certainly not one of them. Truth be told, Marche almost forgot what Flavia had told him. A month can be a surprisingly long time when one is doing mind-numbing tasks 24/7. Mop this, clean that, move these crates, help me spar, take my shift; again and again and again. He had done so much, he nearly forgotten what he was working so hard for!

But now? Now...

Now he was traveling through the northern plains of Alektrios, taking distant and silent roads that are only visited by merchants that were coming and going. It was so quiet out here, with the only sounds being from the distant watermills of the last village they passed, and the soft grumbles of Astria's infinite storm.

Astria...

His Empress was behind him. She had not said a single word since they left the Northern Outpost. She made no requests, did not bark at him, didn't even attempt to make small talk. Not that Marche was any better. He was so frightened of making a mistake, he remained as stiff as a statue, and just as quiet.

How was this happening? How had Flavia pulled this off? Was this Flavia's doing? Sure, it might be weird to blame her for this, but he honestly didn't know what else could be the cause of this! But if it was Flavia's doing... then how?

Well, Marche had an idea... but it seemed so far-fetched, so unbelievable!

Astria's eyes were purple. Flavia's eyes were purple. Astria had this certain cadence in her voice that he's never heard from anyone else. Flavia had this certain cadence in her voice that he's never heard from anyone else. Even the way they laughed sounded the same!

Of course, that's where the similarities ended. For as much as they looked alike, he could think about the plenty of ways they were different. Flavia was taller than Astria, had a more amazonian physique, had spiky blonde hair, and a darker skin tone. Outside of their eyes and the similar sounds of their voice, they were such different people!

And yet!

Those eyes! When Marche looked Astria in her eyes, he swore he saw Flavia looking back at him! Almost as if... almost as if... almost as if...

Astria was Flavia's mother.

In Alektrios, there are three wonders that beguile those from distant lands. First is its infinite storm; an irregular weather pattern that spirals endlessly in the skies. Next is the land's ruler: Empress Astria, a woman so great, her people call her the Thunder Goddess. And lastly, there is Astria's seven daughters. The princess of Alektrios are as beloved – and as revered – by the populous as their mother is. So much so that their faces are on the heads of their currency.

And just like with Astria, Marche had never seen a princess before.

With that in mind, was it possible that Flavia was one of Astria's seven daughters? No, that can't be! He may never have met one of the princesses, but he knows all of their names! Unless... unless Flavia was using a pseudonym. Was that possible?

No, no, no! This can't be possible! Flavia can't be one of Astria's daughters! He met Flavia when they were children! If she really was one of the seven princesses, how would she have been allowed to gallivant around in the slums of Raiden with him? SHE'S A PRINCESS!!!

Look, there's a very easy way to get to the bottom of this. Astria was right here with him! All he'd need to do is move aside the window that separated him from her, and ask her outright if Flavia was her daughter! Easy, right?

Wrong.

This is his Empress! Who does he think he is to just ask her if Flavia was her daughter? That would be disrespectful in its own right! While he wanted to know – and he so desperately wanted to know – he knew it was not in his place to speak to his Empress. Who cares if they're alone on some empty trail and she chose him personally? He's a lowly knight... not a prince.

And yet...

Sliiide!

“Hm... you're not a very talkative sort, are you?"

“What...?"

Marche looked over his shoulder. Behind him was a small window with a sliding door. It was opened, meaning he could see his Empress on the other end. Astria stared at him, leaning on the doorway with this warm smile on her lips. Seeing her sent a shiver down the young knight's spine, and caused him to grow tense immediately. A slight blush adorning his face, he looked towards the seemingly endless road them.

“There's... nothing to report, your highness," said Marche as he put on an air of profesionalism, “We'll be entering Haynor's Pass soon."

“Hm... that's not what I was talking about," replied Astria with a shake of her head, “Though I appreciate your work ethic, Sir Wylnn."

“I... I don't understand," he mumbled before looking over his shoulder towards her again, “Is there something amiss?"

“Oh no, no, no," she replied, “I just... well..." she shrugged her shoulders, “I just wanted to talk with you, is all. You've just been driving the carriage so silently. Kukuku... perhaps I'm used to my butler. He would have told several jokes by now."

“J-jokes...?" Marche repeated... before shaking his head, “Apologies, ma'am... I'm... not that much of a comedian."

“Kukukukukuku! Yes, I assumed that to be the truth," Astria replied before relaxing, “But I am not looking for a comic, nor an act. I will have plenty of fantastic entertainment once we arrive at Nibor and its theater hall. I would just like it if we shared a conversation, is all."

“A... c-c-conver... sation...?" Marche mumbled, “I... I'm afraid I... I don't quite under... w-with me?" he shook his head, “Apologies, my Empress, but... I... I don't think I have much entertaining to say."

“Kuku... I just said I'm not looking for entertainment," she stated with a mirthful smile, “I am only seeking conversation, Sir Wylnn."

“You... ah... you don't have to be so... uh... respectful with me," said Marche, “That... 'Sir Wylnn'... you... it's not necessary."

“Oh? You feel that way?" asked Astria, before shaking her head, “I do not agree. I wish to show all of my knights – be they cadets or commanders – with the utmost of respect. Those who lay their lives on the line for me and my country, deserve all the respect they can get. No matter how minor their service may be."

“I... haah... I really appreciate that, my Empress..."

“Kukuku... but that's not why you ask me not to call you 'Sir Wylnn', is it? Nooo... a young man like you... kukukukuku! You find it embarrassing to be called 'Sir Wylnn', don't you?"

“Who wouldn't...?" he replied, making Astria giggle, “I... I have to admit, it makes me sound too professional. And... too old..." he shook his head, “I... I'm only nineteen... ah..."

“Kukuku... only nineteen?" the Thunder Goddess repeated, “By comparison, I must be an old lady!"

“Wh-what!?" replied Marche, his eyes doubling in size, “N-no! I didn't mean...! That's not what I... I-I mean...! I'm sorry if I disrespected you!"

“Kukukukukuku! It's okay, Sir Wylnn! It's okay!" said Astria, “I am only teasing. I know you did not mean any disrespect by your statement," she then cocked her head, reading the gentle red blush on his face, “How about this... for your sake, I will only call you Marche... is that what you'd like?"

He looked over towards his Empress, who continued leaning on the edge of the frame. Her smiling face was inviting, and her tone was so warm. She was so kind in fact, that he was finding it difficult to remember that she was his Empress and his goddess. He just thought she'd be more... authoritarian than this. Instead, she exuded the same aura of a teasing mother.

“Yes..." said Marche, “I... I'd rather you just call me... Marche..."

“Kukuku... then so be it," she replied whilst straightening up, “I will call you Marche. So... Marche... kukuku..." she then leaned in, “Would you please bring the carriage to a halt?"

“Wh... what? To a... halt...?" replied Marche, to which Astria nodded.

“Well... do you want me to exit while we're in motion?" she retorted.

“Exit? In motion! Huh? Right! Oh! Yes... um... yes..."

Pulling gently on Beryl's reins, Marche brought the horse to a halt. He then quickly rushed to the side of the carriage and grabbed its door. Gently pulling it open, he came face-to-face with Astria, who gave him a mirthful giggle before offering up her hand. He took it, and then guided his Empress out of the carriage.

“Is there something wrong, my Empress?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

“Of course not," Astria answered as she brushed her hand through her hair, “It's just so stuffy in the carriage. I can use some air, wouldn't you agree? Kukuku..."

“I..."

Marche paused and looked away from Astria. They were still on a stone road belonging to Alektrios, but the landscape around them was empty. Just fields... a waist high brick walls here and there... and nothing else. A warm sigh left the young knight's lips as he marveled at their surrounding, while his Empress climbed upon the front of the carriage.

“Beautiful, isn't it?" asked Astria as she gazed towards the horizon, causing Marche to turn and face her, “The vastness... the emptiness. Kukukuku... when you're alone out here on these roads, you find yourself getting lost in your own thoughts. To some, it can be relaxing. To others, terrifying. It all depends on the state your mind is in," she then looked down at him and raised her head, “What about you, Marche? How do you feel?"

“I..." he muttered back before shrugging his shoulders, “I feel... haah... curious, I guess."

“Oh! Kukukuku! Curious! Curious of what?" asked the Empress as she clapped her hands together, “No! Wait! Kukuku! Don't tell me, I think I can deduce what is going on in your head! A young man like you? Kuku...! When you're all alone, the only thought that can be going through your head are thoughts surrounding a girl."

“Wh-what?" he replied with a blush, “What are you talking about?"

“Kukukuku! So I am correct?" asked Astria as she eyed a now embarrassed Marche, “There is nothing to be ashamed about, Marche. You are a young man in the prime of his life! It is only natural that your mind would wonder towards the fairer sex. So... tell me..." she patted the empty spot next to her, “Tell me about this girl you are thinking about. I assure you, you will have no better person to mentor you about women other than me. I am a mother to seven of them."

“I... aaah..."

Marche palmed his face and blushed harder, feeling twice as embarrassed now. When Astria brought up the idea of another girl, his mind naturally jumped to Flavia first. She was not only his friend, but the only friend he's had this long that was a girl. And now he was beginning to wonder if his friend was one of Astria's daughters!

He'll need to really tread carefully, less he say something accidentally disrespectful. At least until he's sure Flavia isn't a princess.

“Okay... uh... okay..." mumbled Marche as he mounted the driver's seat and grabbed Beryl's reins, “So... maybe there is a girl I'm thinking. She... she's someone I've known since I was young."

“Oh! Kukukuku! A young love, perhaps?" asked Astria as she clapped her hands together.

“I... wouldn't say that..." he replied as they started trekking down the path once again, “She's... a fellow knight. We joined the academy at around the same time, though she was stationed at Outpost Mjolnir. We spar and compete all the time, but..."

“But... what?"

“Buuuuuut..." he blushed and looked away, “She beats me all the time. I haven't bested her once in anything we participate in. But..." he shook his head and gazed back, “I'm not gonna let that stop me. I'll best her someday!"

“Oh my~" said Astria as she pressed her hands together, “Two friends since childhood, one a boy and a girl, grow up and become knights with one another. They participate in all sorts of competitions in hopes of besting one another! Kukukuku! Add on an overbearing mother, and you would have one of my nightly novels!"

“An... overbearing mother...?" whispered Marche.

“Of course! Kukuku! There's always one in my romance novels! She's either trying to break up the two young loves, or is desperately trying to push them together! I wonder..." she eyed Marche, “Your mother? Is she trying to push you and your friend apart? Or bring you together?"

“I... uh... I..." he mumbled... before shaking his head wistfully, “I'm afraid my mother is trying to do neither of those things. My... my mother is dead. She's... she's been dead since I was very, very young."

“Oh... oh dear... my apologies, Marche. I didn't mean to distress you..."

“Huh? Oh! No, no, no!" he said as he smiled at her, “I'm not distressed at all, my Empress! Honestly! I... I..." he shook his head, “It's difficult to be hurt over something that... that's been that way since I was young. I was mostly raised by my father and my aunt. In a way, my aunt's like my mother. She dotes on me like one, at least. But..."

“She's not your real mother," Astria said, “At least... you can feel a difference. You can tell she's your aunt and not your mother. I understand that feeling. Oh yes... much closer than you would ever know."

“R... really?"

“Oh yes... kuku... a mother is... a mother is... a mother..." her face grew long as she looked forward, “A mother is a very important person in an individual's life. To lose yours so young... something similar happened to me. My mother too died when I was young."

She did?

At least... that's what Marche wanted to say. His mouth even opened to speak it, but he closed it instead. It was not his place to inquire to his goddess' personal life. The fact that he learned this much was an honor unlike any other, just like it was to sit next to her.

“Hm... I wonder..." said Astria as she prodded her fingers together, “If I were the mother of your friend. Kukuku... I'd be... I'd be a pushy mother. Oh yes. Kukukuku! You see, none of my daughters have yet to show romantic interest in anyone. They've never even had so much as a precocious crush on a person! I suppose I'm a bit excited to experience that part of life. So if my daughter was interested in a boy like you... kukukuku! I'd push them to be together!"

Placing her hands down in the small gap of space between them, Astria leaned over and gave Marche a smile. But this smile was different from the other smiles. This smile was so... mischievous. It spread out over her lips, and she even slid her eyes downward, as if giving him a knowing glance. Seeing it made Marche feel... hot. Sweat started forming on his flesh, and his cheek stunned as red as a tomato.

Why did Astria have to lean over so... provocatively? The robes she wore accentuated the curvaceousness of her body as they hugged close to her body, gripping tight. That purple and gold sash she wore specifically flaunted the narrowness of her waist as it was wrapped around her so tight.

But, no, despite the beauty of her figure, that's not what Marche was attracted to. Nooo, what he was attracted to was Astria's bust. The Thunder Goddess' bodice was like an open chest, with her cleavage being the treasure contained therein. So grand, so glorious! A lewd shape, a lustful curve, an erotic size! And all of it was being presented to him in such a lurid manner!

This can not be good! What was he doing!? He was to be his Empress' driver and guard! He was a knight, no, a mere cadet! What the hell was wrong with him that he was standing here and marveling at his goddess' chest? Did he want to her to strike him with a bolt of lightning? Or send him flying with a tornado? Or worse? Punish his family?

Marche quickly snapped his gaze forward, while Astria giggled at his side. Had the Empress noticed his lecherous gazing? Perhaps he should apologize! Maybe she'll find it in her heart to overlook his grievance against her!

Shuffh... Bump!

Or... ya'know...

Astria could slide in closer.

Marche's eyes doubled in size and he looked over. His Empress' hip was pressed against his hip, while she leaned slightly on his shoulder. More now than ever before, the young knight's heart was racing a mile a minute! Astria was leaning against him? WHY was Astria leaning against him!?

“You... remind me of someone," the Empress remarked as she placed her fingers on his bicep and traced them down, “Someone... hnnn... someone I have not thought about in years. Hmmm... I wonder..."

“My Empress... y-your hand..." he muttered back, making Astria cock her head.

“My hand...?" she repeated before looking down, “Oh! Kukuku! Yes! My hand."

Thankfully, she pulled away, allowing Marche to let loose a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. But instead of blushing, the Empress began giggling. Those sweet sounding 'kukukus' filled the air, while the knight closed his eyes. Again, it sounded just like Flavia's laughter. He needed to know.

“My Empress... if... if I may ask a question..." said Marche, bringing her laughter to an end.

“You may," she replied.

“Haaah... that girl I was talking about," he said as his face twisted with embarrassment and uncertainty, “Her name is Flavia. She's blonde... tall too..." he sighed as a smile formed on his lips, “Really strong too. Like... she could outfight a valdian bear by herself if she needed to. She has dark skin and... just like you, she has purple eyes. Does... does that sound familiar?"

Astria looked at Marche, her head tilted to one side. She at first appeared confused by his question... but then this smirk appeared on her lips, and that mischievous glint appeared in her eyes again. And, gotta say, that look in her eye and that smirk on her lips, looked so much like Flavia, it almost hurt!

“Blonde...? Strong...? Purple eyes? Kukukukuku! Ohohohohohohohoho!!!"

Her uproarious laughter caused Marche to tilt his head in confusion. Had he said something that was humorous? No, it was more like he was being left out of a joke, one that everyone was involved in save for him. That only left him more confused! He opened his mouth to speak, but--

“Flavia... huh?" Astria said, cutting him off, “That is the name of your friend? Kukuku! I dare say, she sounds quite remarkable! Now then... why do you bring her up? Why would I find her familiar?"

“Uhh... well... F-Flavia... well..."

Waaaaaiiiiit... should he tell Astria that Flavia knew of her incoming visit? Would that put Flavia in trouble? He needed to figure out a more... subtle way of explaining himself.

“Soooo... Flavia's kind of a... spiritualist," he lied, “She... uh... really pays attention to mysticism and the like. She thinks it can help her... see the future? Y-yeah! See the future! Hah hah! So uh... she kinda... said this would happen? Kinda? Like... um... uh... she said that you were going to visit the Northern Outpost, and that I should work really hard over the coming month so that you'd pick me to... do what I'm doing now! Be your driver... o-or something."

Smooth, Marche. Smoooooooth.

His face turned blank, fearful that he accidentally revealed Flavia's secret knowledge. But when he looked over at Astria, he didn't see anger, annoyance, or even confusion! No, he saw that mischievous look in her eyes, and that smirk on her lips.

“This Flavia of yours... kukuku... not only is she a remarkable warrior, but she's also dabbles in divination?" replied the Empress, “Yes, yes... remarkable indeed. However... while I know the names of plenty of my stalwart defenders, I am afraid the name 'Flavia' is completely new to me. That being said, she sounds like a very fortunate young woman to have someone like you in her life."

“I... uh... hm..."

Marche paused and looked at his Empress, who tilted her head to the side. She was still wearing that face of playful mischief, which – of course – further reminded him of his friend. But... Astria just told him she did not know anyone by the name of Flavia, did she not? With that face she wore however, it was difficult to tell ascertain the truth.

No, no... Astria would not lie to him, at least, not over something like this. What would she even stand to gain for lying to him? Besides, he should not question his goddess.

Drawing his gaze upwards, Marche found himself looking at a small stone wall. It flanked the two sides of the road like a gate, and only came up to one's waist. This was the last vestige of Alektrios. Beyond these walls they'd enter into Haynor's Pass, which means they would be entering into Vescus proper. Only, they still had a ways to go before arriving at Nibor.

Even more time alone with his Empress? He couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Let us push on," said Astria as she grabbed Beryl's reins, giving it a tender shake, “We'll be in Nibor before you realize it. Kukuku."

“I... yes..." he nodded as they pushed on, “Yes we will..."

…

Haynor's Pass...

It was very... empty.

Alektrios was a country with many fields and hills. Vast swaths of greenery can be seen for as far as the eye can see, broken up by its stone roadways and structures. To the west you have the farmlands which is more rural. To the north you have the mountains of Phandra. To the south you have the beaches and the southern plains. To the east you have their neighboring nations of Vescus and Brastralle.

Yes, there are towns and villages between these locations, but there's no city in Alektrios that equals their capital in size. So for certain distances, all one can see are fields, with the gray horizon of his Empress' infinite storm swirling endlessly overhead. For many, this is a familiar sight... but not so for Marche. Living in Raiden, he was used to the blacks and silvers of his nation's capital. Even the grays of the outpost were familiar to him. But to see so much green... it was...

“Huh..."

“Hm? What was that?"

Marche's eyes swelled in size and he looked over. So focused was he on their surroundings, he hadn't realized that Astria had pulled closer. Her face was just a few inches shy of his, and the was still wearing that mischievous smile on her lips. Again, he felt his heart quicken in pace, before he looked out to their surroundings.

“I was just... taking in the sights," he answered, “It's so... desolate out here. And the path beneath us..." he looked down, “It's just a dirty path."

“Not many people travel through Haynor's Pass," Astria explained, “Typically, those who do are coming from Trite in the providence of Brastrelle, and they're usually merchants. This pathway used to be incredibly popular as a short trip to Nibor. But that changed not too long ago. There was this dangerous thief who used to live in these parts, and she'd rob anyone who came through this path. She was eventually dealt with, but the path has yet to become popular again."

“I see... hah..." he replied.

“Kukuku.... I quite like the silence," said Astria as she outstretched her hand, “It is... soothing. Kukuku! It's one of the reasons why I wanted my trip to Nibor to be free of any warning. If I had made my appearance known, huge crowds would have surrounded us. No, no..." she shook her head, “I just want to enjoy the show as nothing more than a patron. A high-class patron, but a patron nonetheless. Kukukukuku!"

“I... I think I see what you mean," Marche replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “Its... there's no one around here but us for hours on end. I... huh..."

“Hmm..."

Marche didn't know what to say. He felt like Astria was asking something of him, trying to gauge his interests and his personal feelings... but he just wasn't interacting back. Not that he wouldn't, but more like he couldn't. When focusing about the quietness of the fields, he could only think about the quietness of the slums, and he doubted his Empress wanted to hear about his poor upbringing.

But his thoughts were cut short when Astria reached over. Wearing a curious face, she reached over and placed her dainty fingers upon his chest. Gently, she stroked her palm along his body, causing Marche to shake. He wanted to ask what she was doing, but instead silently watched as her hand traveled along him.

Not only were her fingers so perfect and slender, but they moved along his body with such precision... and power. There was a firmness beneath her touch that revealed her true strength. For as kind as she was, as gentle as she was, as sweet as she was... at any moment, she could crush him without a second thought. It was like being touched by a storm.

A storm with the tenderness of a mother.

“Marche..." Astria said as she brushed her fingers along his chest, “Have you ever seen the sun before?"

He cocked his head at her question, confused by it. Then he pulled his head up. Despite no longer being in Alektrios' borders, the skies were still gray. Was this an offshoot of the infinite storm? Or was this a naturally forming blanket of clouds that swirled over them? He couldn't tell.

“I..." he answered before shaking his head, “No. I've never seen the sun before."

“Hm... how unfortunate," said Astria, making Marche tilt slightly, “Do you... want to see it?"

Such an odd question. So odd in fact, Marche looked at his Empress like she had grown a second head. But in retaliation, the Thunder Goddess appeared so... impish. She looked up at him, chuckling softly as if she knew something he didn't. He had to ask...

“Wh... what...?"

“Kukukuku...! Beryl!" she faced the horse, “Stop!"

“Aah!?"

Under her command, the majestic mare came to a halt, rocking Marche forward. He looked over, gazing at Astria, who looked at him with a chuckle.

“My Empress," the young knight muttered, “Is something the matter?"

“Kukuku... of course not," she replied.

Reaching down, she grabbed Marche's hand, taking it into her own. Her slender, immaculate, dainty digits, grooved through his fingers, interlocking them. Such a soft and kind touch; it made him shudder. She then raised her other finger up high and wagged it in his face, attracting his gaze to her face... and the warm smile she wore on her lips.

“Marche..." she whispered, “There is no problem asking for things. There is no problem desiring things. No one will think lowly of you if you do."

“Huh? I... I'm afraid I don't understand..." he replied, drawing more chuckles from her lips.

“You strike me... as the type of man who pushes himself far harder than need be," said Astria, “That you're trying to prove something. Perhaps... prove yourself to others? Maybe... maybe you've been... overlooked in your life, and you can't stand it. Even on a subconscious level, you feel the need to prove that you can handle yourself."

“I don't... what...?" he retorted, shaking his head, “My Empress... I--"

“You can ask others for aid," she said suddenly, “Asking for help does not make you weak, Marche."

“Haaah... that's... n-no..." he shook his head, “That's not the issue. I... haah... I don't mind asking for help. I just don't ask for help because its easier for me to do the work myself."

His eyes grew wide and his faced blanked. Why did he tell her that? It just all came off so... natural. The way Astria spoke to him, was akin to the way a mother would speak with her child. She was nurturing and kind, making her an easy person to confide in. Even if he didn't mean to.

“I'm sorry..." he apologized as he shook his head, “I... I shouldn't have said that. I grew too formal."

“Kukuku... no... don't feel that way," Astria replied, “I feel happy that you could be so open with me. Hm..." she clutched his hand, even placing her other hand over top his in a tender touch, “Marche... kukuku... if it makes you feel any better... kukuku... I can be your mother."

“Glk!?"

Those words...

What did she mean by those words!?

Marche gazed at Astria, bewildered by her statement. The Thunder Goddess however, wore this alluring and vivacious look on her face. Her words were charged, her touch was close and warm, and her body? Her body...

Astria's body had leaned over again, but this time she was moving in closer. He felt her chest press against his forearm, squeezing against him softly. And 'soft' was certainly the word for it. He could feel a level of firmness, but overall, her bust was so lofty!

WHAT!? WHAT WAS HE THINKING!?

Such shameful thoughts! Such blasphemous thoughts! What, was he hoping she'd strike him down with a bolt of lightning right now!? Sure, Astria couldn't read minds (as far as he knew, anyway), but that didn't make his thoughts any less disgraceful! Hell, Astria wouldn't even need telepathy to know what was going on in his head; he wore guilt on his face!

“I-I-I'm sorry, my Empress!" he said as he looked away, his cheeks red with this intense blush, “I... I do not know what you are asking of me...!"

“Ku ku ku."

Gripping his hand, Astria raised it up and placed it upon her cheek. She then palmed his hand over her cheek, allowing him to clutch it. Such a smooth feel and beautiful shape; Marche felt his hand squeezing upon her inadvertently. He then looked over, his brown eyes meeting her purple eyes.

Her lips were still curled in this alluring smile, but it was her eyes that trapped him most of all. They were these deep purple wells, ones that felt as vast as an ocean. If he fell into them, he'd never be free. But within them, surging and cackling, were the bolts of a thunderstorm. Their image brought a gasp from Marche's lips, while his Empress chuckled some more.

“Let me show you the sun, Marche," she whispered, “Would you like to see it...?"

He swallowed his spit... and then nodded.

“Y... yes..."

“Kukukuku! Then..." she stood up on the carriage, making him lean back, “Come and catch me."

“C... catch you...?"

Confused, Marche cocked his head, while Astria released her hold on his hand. For several more moments they both stood there, with the young knight appearing slack-jawed, while his Empress snickered with this mischievous energy. It took him several more moments to truly confirm what Astria said, and once he did, he reached out for his Empress. But--

Swish!

“Ah!?"

In a flash, the Thunder Goddess leaped up and over his head. Marche's eyes grew wide and a gasp left his lips, watching as her illustrious body flew over him, and landed on the ground softly below. Lurching forward, he read the mischievous smirk on her lips which – by the goddess herself – looked so much like Flavia's! And then Astria raised her hand and pointed towards the distance, where there laid a forest.

“Follow me..."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, and yet Marche heard it as clear as day. Growing confused, he raised up from the driver's seat, prepared to ask her a question. But with another showing of impossible abilities, Astria leaped backwards, clearing a vast distance in a single bound. Her spring even carried with it this strong gust of wind, but it was difficult to tell if the wind was carrying her, or if she was carrying the wind.

Regardless, Marche climbed down from the driver's seat of the carriage, and took a step towards Astria... only to turn around and face Beryl.

“Uh... b-be a good girl and wait here," he said as he brushed his hand along the mare's head, who gently nuzzled back.

Gripping his sword by the hilt, he rushed off towards Astria in the distance. The Empress remained still, standing on the summit of a small hill. But the moment he came a few yards too close--

Swish!

She left a wind, causing a gust of wind to blow from behind Marche. He lurched forward and gasped, watching as his Empress cleared another length of impossible distance, before landing at the entrance to a forest. Even with this great distance, he could see the smirk on her lips, even hear the chuckles that came from her, as if they were the wind itself.

Kukukukukukukukuku~

She was like a silver phantom; a being more mystical than she was human. Guided by her voice and body, Marche continued chasing Astria down, running after her as she entered into the forest behind him. It took him a few moments to enter into the forest as well, slipping between trees and shrubbery. Thanks to all the foliage, she had vanished from sight, leaving the young knight alone in a mystifying forest. Fog laid on the ground to help obfuscate his surroundings, gray clouds still swirled overhead, and a cool wind flowed around him. But above all, it was so...

Quiet.

Marche's head turned one way to the other, curiously scanning his surroundings as he searched for his Empress. He was only met with more trees, more bushes, more fog. There wasn't even an animal to help break it up! It truly felt as if the young knight was all alone.

“My Empress?" he called out as he kept his hand on his blade's hilt, “Are you there?"

His answer was...

Kukukukukuku~

The wind.

You remind me of someone, Astria answered, Someone who has been dead for a very, very long time. He was a lot like you. Dedicated to his job, but never a person willing to ask for help, no matter how much he needed it. It was as if he was afraid to admit he had failures he could not overcome. At least, not without the aid of others.

Marche looked in all directions, trying to perceive where Astria's voice was coming from, but being incapable of doing so. At one moment, it sounded like it came from his left. In the next moment, it sounded like it came from the right. It would sound like it came from above, and then it would sound like it came from below. Truly, it was being carried by the wind.

“Wh-where are you?" Marche called out, only to again be answered by Astria's giggles.

Kukukuku! Even now, after all this time, I miss him dearly. Not a day goes by where I do not think about my daughters'--

Her voice trailed off, spreading out in the same streams of wind which currently billowed around him. Eyes squinting, Marche continued scanning his surroundings in search of his Empress. There were moments where he thought he saw her, only to--

Thud!

“Nnghh...!"

Run into a tree. A rather shapely tree, but a tree nonetheless!

The fog had grown so thick and opaque, that all he could see were shadows. He could barely even see the ground beneath his feet! But after stumbling forward a little more, he watched as a gray light began pouring through the forest, illuminating...

“Ahh...?"

A pond.

The forest had opened up, revealing a vast meadow with a clear pond in the center of it. While the land was still laden with fog, it was no longer as thick and obscuring as it once was. Before he felt trapped by the forest, choked by it. But now, Marche felt free. He could even see the ground, as it had turned from grass and foliage into dirt and gravel.

Standing there, he placed his hands on his hips and marveled at the landscape in front of him. Even though he could no longer see Astria, he could feel her. She was the wind around him, the skies above him, and the air that pushed down upon him. It left him feeling a conflicting spread of emotions, mostly... diminutive.

He was a poor kid from the streets of Raiden. He always felt small... tiny... insignificant... invisible. But now, this feeling was intensified. Never had he felt so diminutive on such an existential scale. As if in the grand scale of the universe, he ultimately amounted to nothing more than a spec of dirt.

If he was even that...

Coming to the rim of the pond, he saw his reflection within its surface. On his face, he wore a visage of confusion, as if he was a child lost. All the while, Astria's words danced in his head. What did she mean when she said he reminded her of someone? Who is that 'someone'? And her daughters'... what, exactly? He had an idea, but he didn't get the chance to bring it up.

A stirring traveled through the surface of the pond. Marche pulled his head up. What did he see?

Astria.

His Empress stood in the center of the pond with her back towards him. Fog swarmed around her from the waist down, but with a raise of her hand, she dispelled it with a mighty gust of wind. Entranced, Marche could only wonder what she was doing, and what was going on through her head. In response, she raised her hands above her head... and dropped her black and gold cloak from her body.

Astria's robes were tied tight around her body. How tight? Tight enough to flaunt her regal and voluptuous physique. Her midsection was so narrow, her hips wide, and her chest curvy. It was an elegant and divine body; the perfect blind of a dancer's grace and a mother's curves.

Side to side her hips began swaying, moving in tune with some invisible music. Marche's eyes squinted at her, confused yet enthralled. What was she doing? He opened his mouth to ask, but the wind began stirring around him. Like before, it blew all along his body, before traveling to flow around Astria. Her robes fluttered in the wind, yet she kept her eyes locked forward.

Her hands began stroking through the air, her fingers dancing with elegant movements. Around her fingertips, electricity began sparkling and cackling, growing steadily stronger with each passing second. At one moment they were subtle, but then they grew stronger and brighter, eventually dominating the entire view of his gaze.

Srrrrgggee! Kaaaacckkklleee!

Astria's movements grew more dynamic as well. She pointed one way, then the other, before rising up and slamming her foot down with so much force, a wave was tossed up on the surface of the pound! But not once – not once – did she ever face Marche. She forced him to watch as she performed her dance, incapable of seeing her expression.

Commanding the zigzagging lines of electricity, the Empress caused them to grow brighter, thicker too. No longer were they wispy lines of lightning, but full on lights which shimmered in the foggy forest around her. They swirled around her body, and transformed before Marche's very eyes. Moment after moment, second after second, the bolts were no longer jagged lines, but had became the image of a dragon.

Following along with Astria's fingertips, the serpent began to spin around and around her body. Blue rays of lightning would sparkle from its body, flying out in random directions. There were even moments where Marche swore he heard this faux dragon roar.

The serpent raised up, flying up into the sky. Continuing on its dazzling show, it spun in the air, spiraled, twirled, all whilst shooting off splintering bolts of lightning as it did so.

One could even hear the grumbles of thunder, but it wasn't as earthshaking as it should be. No, it sounded far... softer? Somehow, the thunder was soft, nurturing and kinds... like it was coming from the lips of a mother.

Marche gazed up, wearing a face that was equal parts confused and amazed. The dragon's once thunderous roars had grown silent, and the ethereal beast descended. Approaching him, he watched as the serpent began swirling around his body. It was just out of reach, as if beckoning him to touch it. So he did. He reached out and touched it. And...

“Haah...?"

He did not feel the incredible searing pain of lightning, nor did his body lock up as bolts of electricity surged through his body. No, Marche felt... warmth. And as the serpent drew nearer, the feeling of warmth was amplified. He felt cradled by the ethereal dragon as it coiled around him, while in his mind he experienced something new to him, something... amazing.

Imagine... blankets. And, no, not the terrible blankets his barracks had, nor the shabby blankets he mostly used in his childhood. No, imagine the blankets of a modest bed, in a modest house, with a modest pension. Imagine being curled up in those blankets as the morning light pierces through the window. Imagine awakening from this bed after a good night's sleep.

Now imagine if you woke up in this bed in the arms of another. Imagine that other being so voluptuous, so wonderful, so beautiful. Imagine her cradling you close, clutching you in this passionate embrace. Imagine her lips pressed to your ears. Imagine her whispering your name. Imagine...

Marche~

Ah... sublime.

Marche dropped his head down and gazed forward. The dragon that coiled around him suddenly vanished, spreading out into flashing lights and sparkling jolts which dispersed through the air. What replaced it was Astria.

The Thunder Goddess stood before him, a warm smile on her mature lips. Mouth agape, Marche gazed up at her, incapable of thinking, let alone speaking. He was so enthralled by his Empress, her beauty, and her warmth, that he was driven to walk towards her. Marche took one step, and...

Splash!

“Ggrrglggllk!?"

Fell into the pond. Huh... guess it was deeper than it looked.

Snapped back to reality, Marche began thrashing and lashing about in the pond, struggling to bring himself up to surface. Amid it all, he could hear Astria giggle, finding amusement with his struggles. But then her hands pierced through the surface of the pond, where they reached out for him, and grabbed him by his shoulders. In a manner both gentle and firm, his Empress pulled him out of the pond and pulled him to his feet.

“Ack!? Galk! Koff koff! Ohh...!"

If he was embarrassed before, that feeling was multiplied tenfold now. His body was drenched in water, which soaked into his clothes and slid down his body. Meanwhile, Astria stood before him, standing on the water as a warm smile adorned her face. He may have been humiliated by his fall, but she found it to be quite...

“Cute... kukukuku!" she cocked her head, “Are you okay, Marche?"

“I'm fine..." he mumbled back as he shook his hand through the air, “Nothing's bruised... except for my ego..."

“Oh Marche... kukukuku..."

Walking forward, Astria stood before the young knight, a hand on her chest as she cocked his head and beamed at him.

“Let's return to the carriage. I'm sure you could use a change of clothes."

“A... change of... clothes?"

…

If he was embarrassed before, this feeling was only magnified now.

Astria's carriage was a unique little thing. It had these blinder that could extend from the side of it with an awning attached, giving a person some modicum of privacy when out on the trails. Marche wondered if his Empress used this often. Then again... probably not.

He sat on an opulent stool, wearing close to nothing. With his clothing having been so thoroughly drenched, Astria made him undress, less he catch a cold. And with her being his Empress, yeah, there was no way he'd argue against her. This left him in nothing but his underwear... and the various coils he had wrapped around his body.

Behind him was Astria's regal carriage. Before him were endless fields... and Beryl. Her reins having been removed for a moment, the mare was free to graze directly before him, occasionally shaking and neighing. Marche could only look at her with a less than enthused sight.

“Are you enjoying yourself...?" he whispered... as if the horse could understand him.

“Did you say something, Marche?" Astria answered from within the carriage, causing him to tense up.

“N-no!" he replied before palming his head, “Ugh..."

Thank the heavens these roads were silent. Marche didn't know what he'd do if someone happened upon them. A royal guard, naked down to his underwear with pond water oozing down his body, while the Empress of Alektrios was just out of view behind the carriage.

“The fire's burning nice," called Astria, “Are you sure you'd want to sit over there? It's certainly cooler than it would be being near the flame."

“It's fine... I'm fine..." said Marche with a dismissive wave of the hand, “It would be shameful of me to show my near naked body before you."

“Kukukukuku! Do you think yours is the first naked body of a man I have ever seen?" replied the Thunder Goddess sarcastically, “While I may have only daughters, how do you think my daughters were concieved?"

“I...! Hnnn...!"

A red blush of embarrassment formed on Marche's cheeks at the sound. She did have seven daughters, all of which were born only a year after one another. While he'd never presume anything of his Empress, he'd be lying if he said his mind didn't start to drift towards the lewd.

What of the men who laid with Astria? While their land glorified the Empress and her daughters – as they should – he's heard absolutely nothing of Astria's paramours. He knew not their names, nor what they looked like. He didn't even know what positions they held in their kingdom. What were they like? And... more importantly... how good were they in bed to please a woman like her?

Damn... did he want her to strike him down with a bolt of lightning?

Marche palmed his face as his blush grew even stronger. He tried to force out the thoughts of his goddess in a moment of ecstasy... but that only caused his mind to wonder more. Imagine it; her majestic, divine, voluptuous, and regal form in various states of undress. The shape of her arms, the curves of her hips, the slimness of her midsection; all of it was honed to absolute perfection, and he'd be able to see it.

“Hnng...!"

“Marche? You've grown silent... is everything okay back there?"

Astria's voice fell upon deaf ears as the young man was still enraptured with his erotic thoughts. They plagued him so deeply, that he also could not hear the sound of her footsteps. She rounded the corner to check up on her royal guard, where--

“Oh... oh dear...?"

Marche's eyes grew wide.

He looked up, expression stunned as he came face-to-face with his Empress. Astria meanwhile, looked at him with a face of concern.

“Marche..." she whispered as she approached him, “These coils... why are you wrapped up in coils? Are you... hurt?"

“I...!"

He looked down and dragged his hand along his chest, feeling the tough gauze press back against him.

“Um... n-no..." he muttered before looking back up at her, “Or... well... I'm not hurt right now. I tend to... get hurt a lot. Heh... my aunt says I'm accident prone. I guess she's right... I tend to push myself harder than need to when I'm at work, so I get a bit banged up... uh..." he shrugged his shoulders, “It's okay though. I'm... used to this."

“Really...? Well..." she looked him up and down, “Are you also used to doing a poor job of mending your wounds? These coils are... terrible. I can tell they were done by someone without any formal training."

“Ah... well..." he shook his head, “Flavia said something similar to that..."

“Kukukuku! The more I hear about your girlfriend, the more I agree with her opinions! Sit right here and wait. I'll go and collect some gauze for you."

“Uh... o-okay..." he replied... before growing wide eyes, “W-wait! Flavia is not my girlfriend!"

His response were Astria's giggles as the Thunder Goddess walked out of view. Again, Marche's embarrassment was amplified. Was it even possible for a human to feel such levels of humiliation? His face was so red, one would think he had popped a blood vessel... or several.

Of all the things he imagined called Flavia, his 'girlfriend' was not one of them. Yes, he did consider her his friend, and yes, she is a girl... but that doesn't make her his girlfriend! What would she say about this idea?

Knowing Flavia? She'd laugh.

Of all the people he could imagine courting, Flavia would have to be last. Although... when he thought about it a little bit longer, she was the only girl he knew on a personal level. He doubted superiors like Commander Rain, or someone like Nurse Rodeline counted as women he'd court. Not without delusions of grandeur, at least.

But what about Astria herself? Why would she even make such a claim? No no... he was letting his arousal take control over his thoughts again. Like he'd have any – any – chance of sharing romantic company with his Empress. But on the other hand, how does he explain the way she's treated him up until now? She's been so kind, so nurturing, and she's showed no qualms with skinship considering how much she's touched him thus far.

And what of that dance? Why did she dance for him? The dragon of lightning she forged was so majestic, and her waltz was so enthralling. And her request? That too came bouncing in his head.

Let me show you the sun, Marche.

What did she mean by that?

“Marche!" called Astria as she returned, a coil of bandages in her hands, “Kukuku! Allow me to tend to your wounds, light though they may be."

“That... that's unnecessary, my Empress," he said as he shook his head and hand.

“Oh! Nonsense!" she replied, “What Empress would I be if I did not try to qualm the pangs of my people? You may not be in pain now, but your bandages are honestly terrible. Let me reinforce them, at the very least."

“I... aah..."

Marche came close to denying his Empress, but ended up shaking his head. Who was he to deny Astria anything? He should be thankful that she was even entertaining the idea of helping his admittedly botched self-aid. So he nodded and extended his arm, causing his Empress to nod.

Sssstrrrrrrriiiiiiiip!

“Oh you boys..." Astria said as she began tearing off coils, “Always pushing yourselves for the fairer sex. Kukukuku~"

Marche had no response.

Under his Empress' guidance, he raised his hand, allowing her to grab upon him. Gently, she began tearing away the coils he so haphazardly applied to himself, revealing the brawny strength of his arms beneath. He may not be this broad, chiseled, Adonis of a young man, but he was still a knight, through and through. He had a wonderful physique to him, one that left Astria marveling as she stroked her hand along his arm.

“Kukuku."

But outside of her charming giggles, the Empress said not a word.

As she removed his worn and wet coils, Astria began wrapping newer, more sturdy bandages upon his body. Like Flavia before, the Empress' skill in first aid was far superior to his own. Her coils were firm, but not so firm that he could not move within them. They also covered a lot of his body as they traveled up his forearm.

Strrrriiiiiip!

Tearing off more coils, Astria approached Marche and began wrapping the bandages along his chest. He tried not to focus so much on her and her body, but that's quite impossible when she was touching his body. Her slender hands traveled along his chest and shoulders, clutching him as she wrapped the bandages upon his body. He looked up in an attempt to avert his eyes... but his Empress drew nearer...

Presss...

“Hn...?"

Embracing Marche so that she could wrap coils around his waist, Astria caused her chest to press against his. Through the thin top of her robes, he could feel how soft yet firm her bosom was as they squeezed against his flat chest. Again he tried to look away... but like a moth drawn to a fire, he could not help but to stare at her bosom as it was so close.

And... fuck... 'so close' indeed. With how they were pressed against him, squeezed so tight against his broad chest, her bosom looked even more pronounced! These wonderful, busty, shapely breasts, that seemed just barely contained by the bodice of her robes!

How would they feel against his hands? How would they feel to touch? To hold? To grope? Oh, they'd feel wonderful. Of that, he had no doubts!

Oh no! Oh no no no! These thoughts weren't going away! And that more he thought about it, the hotter his body became! All the while, Astria continued applying the bandages to his body, unaware of his sordid thoughts, or how hot his body had become! If he just remained still and replaced these lustful thoughts with something more palatable, then maybe she wouldn't realize how aroused her knight had become. There was just one tiny, little problem.

“Oh my!"

Or... no... not a tiny little problem. But a big problem. A big... thick... throbbing... problem!

Marche's eyes grew wide and mouth small as he dropped his gaze down. For a moment he faced Astria's face, who wore this blushing smile on her lips as she giggled teasingly. Then his gaze further dropped down, and... yeah... there was no hiding that. And what is 'that', you may ask?

His penis.

Being a knight, he was of course given underwear to wear. It's standard issue in their knighthood! But that doesn't mean their undergarments are... good. They're passable. If you wear them, it would take a few months before holes start to appear in them. But, again, that does not make them good. So in this moment... well... the lackluster design of his underwear was betraying him.

Between Marche's legs, standing tall and proud to produce this unavoidable tower, was his cock. It pressed against his underwear, unavoidably hard and lewd as twitches traveled throughout it. Like a beacon, it exposed to all just how aroused the young knight was, and it made him blush.

“My oh my~" said Astria with a giggle, “What is this?"

“I-I'm sorry!" replied Marche as he closed his legs, attempting to hide his penis... and failing at that.

“Kukukuku! What is there to apologize for?" asked the Thunder Goddess as she looked up at him, even shooting him a sly smirk, “Are you apologizing for how hard your manhood?"

“Y-YES!" he shouted, before stiffening in place, “I... I shouldn't be--"

“What? Kukukuku... you shouldn't be... what?" replied Astria.

Bringing forth her hand, she placed it upon the back of his hand, and guided him up towards her face. Gently she clutched the back of his hand, making him palm her cheek. Her deep purple eyes stared into his face, while her smile shifted into something so... lurid. He even saw the bolts of lightning course through her pupils.

“You are injured, Marche," said Astria, making him tilt his head, “You had a nasty tumble into that pond. I have no doubts that you're still suffering a few aches and pains. So... kukuku..." she winked at him, “Why don't you be a good boy, and let your Empress deal with your pain? Kukukuku!"

“My... my Empress..." he whispered.

With one hand to the back of his head, Astria kept Marche trapped on her face. Her other hand meanwhile, fell upon his chest... and then began traveling down. Further... further... further. Her dainty digits sensually stroked upon his body, not stopping until they came to his pelvis. His cock was so rigid, one could see its round head press hard against his underwear. And she touched it.

“Aahhn...!"

And Marche's eyes grew wide.

Bringing his eyes down, he watched as Astria so shamelessly placed her hand on the head of his cock. Her palm gently rubbed against it through his underwear, sliding up and down, causing it to softly jump. Precum oozed from the tip to form this dark stain on his underwear, and track upon her fingers. But his Empress did not pull away. She looked up at him, giggled too, while her lurid smile remained prevalent.

“Such a feisty thing, isn't it? Kukukukuku!" Astria remarked as her fingers began stroking up and down his cock.

“M-my Empress," Marche groaned through gritted teeth, “Wh-why are you--"

“Kukukuku...! Don't bother thinking about it," Astria answered with a shake of her head, “Although... kuku... why don't you open up your legs, hm? Just. For. Me."

Marche couldn't believe the words that were coming from his Empress' lips. Had she been replaced with some doppelganger or shapeshifter? That would be the only explanation for what was happening at this moment!

Astria Alektrios – his Empress and goddess – was touching his cock through his underwear? Even in his wildest of wet dreams, he could never imagine something so preposterous! But it was happening... and it felt so good!

Even through his underwear, he could feel her hand touch him so wonderfully! The way her fingers stroked up and down, had his cock bouncing about with barely restrained lust. He even gritted his teeth and curled his toes, struggling to maintain his arousal. All the while, Astria continued palming his cock through his underwear, before snapping her purple eyes onto his face.

Drawing up her hand, the Thunder Goddess slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of Marche's underwear. Slowly she began dragging the undergarment down his powerful legs and thighs, eventually revealing--

Fwip!

His long, thick, throbbing, cock!

Marche's manhood stood tall them, extending between his legs like a spire of lust and desire. Veins ran along its sides, its head was so red and bulbous, heat radiated off of its form, and his balls? Oooooh, such plump balls! Filled with the vigor and desire of a randy young man.

Astria gazed upon Marche's cock, marveling at its length and shape. The face she wore was one of lurid desire, while the young knight let loose a deep breath. He almost couldn't believe this was happening, as if he was having an out of body experience. He'd sooner believe this was happening to someone else than it was happening to him!

Touch!

“Aaah!?"

That snapped him back to reality!

Up and down, Astria's gentle fingers began stroking along his cock, now touching flesh directly. For someone who held mastery over the storms in the skies, she handled his cock with the gentle caress of a mother. Her fingers traced the veins of his cock, and ran from the shaft at the bottom, all the way to the glands at the top, and then back down again. Stroke after stroke after stroke, the next as immaculate as the last, and all of it had his cock sputtering with incredible desire.

“Nngh... haaah...! A-Astria...!" he groaned, to which Astria giggled.

“You... must not pleasure yourself often," said the Empress as she leaned in close, trapping his face with her lurid gaze, “I can feel it through your cock. It's so big and hot... haaah... you know, this is unhealthy of you. Feel free to masturbate when you get the time, Marche."

“Ngnh...! I-is that your motherly wisdom?" he replied in a sarcastic manner, making her laugh.

“Well... maybe...! Kukukuku! How about this..."

Drawing her hands back up, Astria placed them upon Marche's thighs and began pushing them. Under her guidance, he opened his legs up, presenting his cock in all of its glory before her. She looked down upon his length, a lurid groan leaving her lips as her head cocked from one side to the other, gazing upon his cock from all angles.

“So big and long," she remarked, “Kukuku~ okay. I'll do it."

“Do... what...?" Marche asked... as if he needed to.

“No need to act shy now, Marche," replied his Empress, “Besides, I don't mark you as the shy type. Respectful? Yes. But shy? Oh, heavens no. Kukukukukuku! Now then..."

Flick!

“Nnghh...!"

With a jerk back of her fingers, Astria sent his cock bouncing up and down, and flicking precum about. Filling the air with her erotic giggles, she slowly began kneeling down before Marche, getting on her knees before him. Her purple eyes kept his gaze entranced, while her hands rubbed and kneaded at his inner thighs in sensual strokes.

Then her hands came around to the middle of his pelvis, where he again felt them gracve his burly cock. She wrapped her fingers around his turgid length, gripped him tight, and then began stroking his cock back and forth. Her smooth, dainty palms pleasured his cock, triggering jolts which rumbled throughout Marche's body.

“Why are you doing this...?" he asked, to which Astria giggled and shook her head.

“Kukuku... don't bother asking..." his Empress replied as she positioned herself before his cock, “Just sit back, relax... and enjoy yourself... chu~"

“Aaah...!"

Astria's perfect thin lips pressed up against the head of his cock, giving it a kiss that pushed his length up. The touch may be finite, but it was still enough to draw a gasp from Marche's lips. His Empress was kissing his cock, pressing her lips hard against the glands. One kiss, another kiss, and another kiss! She showered his dick with praise, causing precum to stretch out from her lips to his dick.

And then came her tongue.

Getting more comfortable on her knees, Astria wrapped her hands around the shaft of Marche's cock, then tucked some silver hair behind her ear. With more space to move around in, she extended her tongue and began dragging it along the bottom of his cock. Like her fingers before, there was a firmness to her licks. They lashed at the young knight's cock, pushing up, and coaxing more groans from his lips.

Slick! Lick! Slirk!

“Aaah...! Hnnn...!"

His precum oozed upon her tongue, gifting her a taste of his young, randy body. Giggling, Astria drew her tongue up to the tip of his cock, and began swirling it around it. Teeth gritted, Marche moaned as he watched his Empress' erotic tongue whirl around his dick's head, giving it a bright sheen. All the while, she wore this sensual smirk on her lips, while her purple eyes gazed upon his face.

Then her mouth parted. Then she took his cock into her mouth.

“Ahaaahh...!"

A shudder traveled through Marche's body as Astria's lips pushed down around his turgid length. Its great size pushed deep into his Empress' maw, which opened wide to take the fullness of his gifted length. His cock push down on her jaw, making it stretch open to further accommodate him. All the while, heat and musk flowed off his member, making the the Thunder Goddess moan. And when she moaned...

Grrrrrrrgggggggrrrggghh...

Distant rumbles of thunder roared through the heavens.

Reaching up his hand, Marche placed it upon the top of Astria's head in a moment of instinct. The Empress came to a halt momentarily, then looked him up in the eye. He was panting and moaning, overwhelmed by the simple feeling of having her mouth wrapped around his dick. In response, she grinned...

And then started sucking again.

Up and down, back and forth, Astria's head began bobbing upon Marche's cock. She sank down until she was more than two thirds done with his length, with his cock teasing the entrance of her throat. Sitting there, she began slapping and dragging her tongue along his length, sending jolts and twitches throughout his body.

Marche could feel every inch of her mouth. Her tongue, her teeth, the spit that oozed upon him; not one inch of his cock was spared from her relentless maw. But it all paled in comparison to the sucking. This intense suck funneled around his length, drawing upon him with such strength that he body was left shuddering.

And his grip on her head grew stronger.

Working his fingers through Astria's silver hair, Marche gripped hard upon her scalp. But his Empress did not stop her powerful fellatio. Her muffled and erotic moans continued echoing out, mixing with the lewd slurps and swallows as she sucked down his precum and her spit.

“Suck! Slrrp! Sluuck! Nnnmph~ nnmm...! Suuuck!"

“Haaah! Haah...! Hoooh! A-Astria...! Nnnghh!"

So tasty! So good! Marche's body was filled with the flavor and vigor of a spirited young man! All those hours of hard work had honed his body, increasing its taste! It wasn't just his physique that he had been blessed with!

And Astria wanted him to know how much she desired his body. Not only had her moans grew louder, but she had doubled her speed. Faster than before, she sucked on his cock, a smile on her lips as her eyes were closed shut. Spit oozed from her lips, while her tongue lapped and licked around his dick. And her throat – her tight, teasing throat – kept taunting him as he could feel his cock start to tease it... only for her head to pull back up.

What was this? More taunting? More teasing? No... this was another order.

As Astria sucked his cock with such gusto, she reached up and grabbed his hand by the wrist. Gripping him tight, she pushed his hand harder on her head, as if telling him to...

Do it...

Marche's mouth gaped, confused if he was reading her right. Was this just his aroused thoughts playing tricks on him again? On the other hand, how much more arousing could this get? He already had the Empress on her knees sucking his cock with such desire for him! There was nothing left to do; the time to stop this had long since past.

Reaching up with his other hand, Marche placed it upon Astria's head. Then he stood up, causing the Empress to shift herself. No longer on her knees, the Thunder Goddess squatted beneath the young knight, though kept his cock in her mouth. She then looked up at him with her mesmerizing, deep purple eyes... and gave him a wink.

Marche pulled back his hips, steeled himself up, and...

PLAP! PAT! THWAP! SLAP! PLAP!

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Marche began driving his cock in and out of Astria's mouth and throat. Spit and precum splattered from her lips as she endure thrust after thrust from his burly length. It flawlessly traveled from her lips and into her throat, before retreating... and then thrusting right back in.

He expected her to have some sort of restraint, perhaps gag, maybe cough... but no. Astria didn't groan around his cock, didn't wheeze, didn't do anything. Every thrust into her mouth and throat she took it with stride. Hell, her throat even clinched around his cock, squeezing on it every time he fucked her esophagus!

Her hands rested on her knees, bracing herself as his cock claimed every inch of her heated mouth. This intense mouth fuck sent ripples throughout her body, making her hair flounder up and down. Hell, the force was so great, her tits bounced almost to the point that it would escape her robes! Even her lips dragged along his lips in this erotic manner, sucking his length down as hard as she could even as his fucking increased.

And, fuck, did it increase.

Gripping her face even harder, Marche hunkered down and really began fucking his Empress' mouth and throat. His hips blurred, and her nose would constantly met the pubic hairs of his crotch, before pulling back. Every thrust, every fuck, caused his sweaty balls to smack against Astria's chin, while more spit and precum frothed from her lips.

And his Empress? Oh, she didn't slack up in the least bit!

Placing her hands on his palms, she braced herself against him while her lips curled into a smile. Her deep, mesmerizing purple eyes looked up to his face, even as his turgid cock constantly pounded into her throat. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it. The way Astria's throat stretched around his member, cradling, squeezing and swallowing it, up until he pulled back out. It all happened in a fraction of a second, but he felt it nonetheless.

The way it squeezed... it was amazing!

Losing himself to the pleasure, Marche's wild thrusting grew even faster, even more feverish! He buried his cock as deep into Astria's throat as it could go, while the Thunder Goddess reached up her hands. Wrapping them around his waist and butt, his Empress embraced his body, holding him as close as she possibly could as--

“GUH!"

SPLURT! SPLORT! GLRRRK! SPLOORRK!

Marche erupted. With the raw discharge of cackling dynamite, he launched copious amounts of seed into Astria's mouth and throat. Thick spunk splattered about, staining every inch of her maw with so much force, that cum even came splattering out of her lips and along his cock in sticky, gooey lines. Cum oozed sinfully down his Empress' throat, while the rest stained her tongue, teeth and gums, leaving none spared.

It was so hot, so fat, so voluminous. The intense taste of his cum danced on her tongue and went straight up to his brain. So randy. So salty. So bitter. So intense. And the smell! Oooh, the odor that wafted from his cum was strong enough to flow into her nose, causing her to shudder and push out her chest.

Astria moaned around his cock, before giving it a few more sucks, a few more squeezes. Each one prolonged his climax, bringing a few more wads of seed from his dick before it finally began to peter down. Then she pulled back, her cum-stained lips dragging along his dick before finally coming to the tip. And--

POP!

“Aaah~ kukukuku~"

Cum flicked about when her mouth left his cock. A smile on her face and eyes closed, seed oozed from the creases of her lips, where it slipped down her cheek and chin, before falling upon her chest. And Marche? He shuddered above Astria, before stepping back and looking down at his handiwork. His cum – his cum – was oozing out of the lips of his Empress – the Thunder Goddess – and she was loving it!

Muffled moans echoed from Astria's lips, and her face was beaming with satisfaction. Her tongue was swathing around his seed, indulging in its taste and texture. Lifting it, pushing it around and around, enjoying its taste, before finally tipping her head back and--

“Gulp!"

Swallowing it down. Hell, she even extended her tongue and licked her lips clean of seed, swiping it up to swallow that down too. She wasn't going to let any of it go to waist.

“Nmph~ haah~ ooooh~" moaned Astria as she looked up towards Marche's face, “So good... kukukuku! It's... been some time since I've last enjoyed something so... flavorful. Kukukukuku!"

“A... aah... A-Astria..." Marche moaned back as he watched her stand up before him, her hand pressed to her mouth to clean up any residual bits of seed, “Why... why did you do that?"

“Kukuku? Better question..." she tilted her head at him, “Did you enjoy it?"

“I..." he flinched, as if he'd been stricken, “Y-yes! Yes I enjoyed it!"

“Then... why does it matter?" she replied, again making him flinch as she started to giggle, “Kukukuku! If you enjoyed it and I enjoyed it... then... there's nothing left to be said."

“But you're an--"

“Empress? Kukuku... yes, I know," she stated as she tilted her head at him, “But that doesn't change what we've done, does it? Does it... make you think of me any less?"

“Of course not...!"

“Then..." she shook her head, “It doesn't matter, Marche. Not my position as an Empress, or as a goddess, nor your position as a knight... a cadet," reaching out for him, she placed her hand on his chest where she began to grope him, “Not even Alektrios matters right now. No, what matters right here is you and me... that is all. Kukukukuku~ just you... a young man bolstered with vigor and energy, if not running of virility and bravado. And me, kukuku~ a mature woman. One who... one who..." she batted her thunderous purple eyes at him, “A mature woman oh so ready to experience all of the lusts you have inside of you. Kukuku..."

“Astria..."

“Hm... I see..." whispered the Empress as she walked closer with her hips swaying left and right, “Flandre is right about you. You can be incredibly dense sometimes."

“F-Flandre...?" he whispered as her arms wrapped around his neck, “What are you talk... nnnmph..."

“Nmmmf."

Their lips met in a kiss, sharing it right beside Astria's opulent carriage. It was a slow kiss, one that was laced with the erotic taste of her recent blowjob. And yet, he could still taste his Empress' divine flavor through it all. It was charged and powerful, tasting like... tasting like... tasting like...

Tasting like sweet, delicious, rain.

Marche reached up and grabbed Astria, his arms wrapping around her thin waist. Pulling her closer, he deepened the kiss and drew a surprised moan from her. He may be a bit slow on the uptake, but once he's swept up in the current, his wild side revealed itself. He just needed to be guided along... tamed in a certain way.

Oh yes... tamed indeed...

Astria pulled away, breaking their kiss and looking into Marche's brown eyes with a sensual smile on her lips. She planted one more chaste kiss on his lips... then another... and one last kiss, before moving back. Lost, the young knight staggered forward, while his Empress retreated to the blinder next to him.

“Sit right there," she said as she pointed, “I'll call for you when I'm ready."

Marche didn't respond, instead nodding like some haggard beast. Seeing it, Astria giggled and pulled away, vanishing from view while he sat there. Mouth agape, he kept it hung open with eyes wide. His mind was racing with thoughts, mostly focused on HOW THE HELL DID THINGS COME TO THIS!?

Astria Alektrios – his Empress – just sucked his cock to completion!? And she enjoyed it!? He couldn't believe it! This went beyond even his wildest of wild dreams! He couldn't even imagine fantasizing about something so sordid and blasphemous.

Think about it... he couldn't imagine even fantasizing about this, that's how insane it was!

And all the while, Beryl continued grazing, completely apathetic to the lewd actions going on behind her.

Marche would not remain there for long. Behind him, he heard the soft humming of Astria's voice, drawing his eyes over. Her erotic silhouette was visible through the screen of her windows; the beautiful shadow of his powerful goddess. Bit by bit, he watched her remove the clothing on her body, a sight that made him shudder. She was right here – just a few inches away. All he needed to do was walk around and he'd see her.

And she knew this. Of course she knew this. How could she not know this?

For Marche's eyes and Marche's eyes along, the Thunder Goddess put on a sensual little dance. Her erotic silhouette swayed left and right, and she began pulling off her robes at an excruciatingly slow pace. Drawing, peeling, revealing inch after inch of her glorious flesh. If the young knight wasn't hard before, Astria's distant strip tease was certainly enough to reignite his desire!

His cock was throbbing so much, it hurt.

Then she paused. Turning around, the Thunder Goddess faced him through the screen. Even though he could see only her shadow, he could imagine the face she wore. The lust. The desire. The taunting smile. And then she raised her hand towards him, and began curling it inward. No words were necessary. Marche stumbled onto his feet, and then came rushing around towards the entrance of the carriage.

Arriving at the entrance of the carriage, he took a step upon the raised platform leading to its opulent doors. Above him, he could hear the distant grumbles of thunder, even see a few flashes of lightning. But instead of being haunting or terrifying, the sounds of thunder sounded more like a hungry beast. It was laced with desire, and constantly coaxing him forward. Pausing for a moment, Marche swallowed some of his spit... then grabbed the doors of the carriage and opened it up.

First? This carriage was surprisingly spacious. Seemingly bigger on the inside than it was on the outside, it had leather white seats, blue curtains, and the corners, buttons, and edges of it all were gold. Eastern dragons were also painted on the walls, flying among swirling clouds. And in the center of the carriage, resting on her knees and gazing up at Marche, was Astria.

She wore an alluring smile on her mature lips, and her deep purple eyes cackled with electricity. Around her neck she was still wearing her black and gold cloak, which was completely wrapped around her neck, covering her from the neck down.

“My Empress..." said Marche as he stood before her. His answer came in the form of--

Swift! Thud!

The door to the carriage closing behind him, despite no one being there.

Marche stumbled forward, while Astria giggled. Rising up to her feet, the Thunder Goddess stood before him, and her giggles morphed into a lurid smile. With her head tilted to one side, she placed her hand on his cheek and gently stroked her fingers down. He reached back, placing his hands on her thin waist. Embracing one another, their faces moved in unison, and their lips met in a kiss.

For several moments, the carriage echoed with the sounds of their lips and tongues. Soft suckles, softer clicks, and lewd moans, all bounced on the walls around them. The longer their little make out session went on, the more fervent it became, with the two pressing hard against one another. Her chest pressed against his chest, and even through her cloak, he could tell she was wearing nothing beneath it.

He wouldn't have to wait much longer, as Astria pulled away, breaking the kiss they shared with one another. Like a dazed beast, Marche stared at her face, watching as her perfect lips morphed into a sensual smirk. She then raised her hands up to the middle of her cloak... and pulled them aside.

Fwump.

The black and gold garment pooled at her feet, revealing her body beneath. Her voluptuous body was exposed to all. Curvy shoulders, wide hips, narrow waist, and a shapely, busty chest. Her flesh was pristine, lacking any flaw, any blemish. And all of it was 'covered' by what could best described as royal underwear. A white brassier that hung close to her chest with a golden swirls on its surface and thin purple straps. Panties too that were white with golden swirls, and incredibly thin purple waistband that wrapped tightly around her wide, shapely hips.

Marche's eyes again grew wide as Astria posed before him. Her arms raised up and a grin laid on her face, while her hands grabbed upon the golden needle that was stuck in her head. With one pull...

Fwwwwwwfff!

Her long, silver-white hair fell down around her head, flowing like a waterfall. She then walked forward, capturing him beneath her divine and illustrious body. Pushed back, Marche sat down upon the plush seats of the carriage. Astria didn't hesitate, and quickly sat down on his hips, straddling and trapping him. Raising up her hands, she placed them upon his cheeks, coaxing him to place his hands on her hips in return. For several moments, they at there silently... before moving in once more.

Lips danced and tongues swirled, swapping spit and trading moans. Astria groaned and humped against Marche, grinding her busty chest against him in this raunchy, almost primal hunger! And in return, he was once hugging her waist... before reaching down to grab a hold of her shapely ass. His fingers sank into her firm yet pliable butt, squeezing and groping it into his lustful palms. He knew how to handle a sword; it requires strength. So when he squeezed her ass, he squeezed it hard!

“Aaah~"

Astria's lips left his so that she could give out a much needed moan. The grabbing, groping, greedy hands of Marche, did not hesitate to claim every inch of her ass. Such sweaty, needy palms; they kneaded her flesh with ferocious grasps, squeezing and clinching, then moving them around and around in circles. Each supple squeeze, each possessive palm, left the imprint of his hand and fingers upon her butt! And when he brought his hand back--

SMACK!

“OOOHHH~~~! AAAHHH~!"

A rippling quake was sent throughout Astria's juicy backside, quivering from her ass up to her luscious hair. The Thunder Goddess arched her back on Marche's lap, while outside the walls of her carriage...

GGRRRRGGGGLLL!!!

The furious rumbles of thunder were even stronger than they had been before. Lightning coursed through the skies in time with Astria's cry of pleasure, and grew muted when she let out a warm sigh. Her purple eyes then looked deep into his and their noses pressed together, while her hands palmed his face and cheek.

“Do it again," she said.

“Wh-what?"

“I said..." Astria pulled away, “Do it again."

Turning around, the Thunder Goddess sat upon Marche's lap, and then leaned forward. Resting her hands on her shins, she bent over for his viewing pleasure, exposing her erotic back and shapely butt. Her hair had even fallen to the side to further expose her body, framing it almost like a sensual portrait.

Marche's eyes slid down her body, drinking in her erotic and relentless beauty. From left to right and back again, the Thunder Goddess sensually swayed her hips, taunting him further with her illustrious body. Mouth agape, the young knight brought his hand forward and draped it upon her hip. Gently he groped her side, coaxing a low groan from his Empress' lips. Then he pulled his hand back, and--

SMACK!

“UAAH~"

KRAAAAACK-KAAAWWW!!!

The air grew bright from the flash of lightning, illuminating Astria in all of her divine glory. Light was one way, shadows were the other, leaving nothing hidden from his unflinching view. He watched her back arch, her breasts bounce, and her ass jiggle relentlessly. It all happened in a matter of moments, but he'd remember these few moments forever.

When her quaking ass finally came to a stop, the Thunder Goddess pushed her butt against him more. His cock was sandwiched between her luscious cheeks, throbbing with desire and oozing with precum. Bringing up his hand, he again palmed Astria's ass, watching his fingers sink into its firmness. He then groped her butt, moving it around in a circle and causing it to grind against the side of his cock. Once... twice... thrice... then he pulled back his free hand and--

SLAP!

“GAAAH~~!"

KRAAAAAKKAAAAAAAAKAAA!!!

Again the air flashed from lightning, followed by the roar of thunder, which itself was followed by a rumble in the earth. Marche's eyes fell on Astria's ass, watching the sweat which streaked down her now glistening form... and the vicious print of his palm he had left on her body. Such flawless skin now had the tint of red on it, adding some flair to her form. All the while, the quaking of her ass danced against his throbbing cock, which continued sitting between her cheeks.

But Astria still was not pleased. Raising her arms, she grasped her elbows and lifted them above her head. Standing up off of Marche's lap, the Thunder Goddess began dancing her hips left and right at a greater pace than before, shaking, swaying, swiveling, all to flaunt her erotic curves and shapely ass. And for added flair, she pushed her ass right into his face with a--

Bump!

Marche recoiled as he gazed upon the erotic beauty that was her butt. From its rotund shape, to its plump size, to the pristine flesh and glistening sweat, there was no aspect of Astria that lacked in any way. He even traced his eyes down the center of her ass, gazing upon her puckering anus, and her glistening slit.

Entranced, Marche placed his hands upon Astria's body once more; one hand on each each. At first he squeezed her, but then his touches grew more courageous, more exploratory. They curled around her shapely buttocks, coaxing erotic moans from her mature lips, while his thumbs slid down to the center of her ass. Gripping her tight, he pulled apart her cheeks... where he learned just how malleable his goddess could be.

Her anus gaped, and her pussy did likewise. For the briefest of moments, he could see the deep pinks of her pussy, and the sweaty tightness of her ass. All the while, Astria groaned deeply, while the heavens above rumbled with thunder and rain. Then he let go--

Snap~!

And the Thunder Goddess' ass jiggled for several moments.

Bringing his hands up again, Marche placed them on the bottom of her peach-shaped ass, brought back both hands together, and then--

SLAP! SMACK!

“AAAH... YEESSS...!"

Again, his strikes left markings on Astria's ass, and caused it to quiver without end. But Marche did not stop there. Swinging back his hands, he--

SMACK! SLAP! KRACK! SNAP! SMACK!

“GAH! AH~! HAAH~! FUCK! NNNGHH~~!"

GRRRGGL! GRRRRMMMBBLLEE! KRACK-OWWW!!!

Again and again and again! The young knight unleashed upon his Empress' butt a flurry of powerful strikes! They slapped her butt, smacked her butt, struck her butt with such great force and speed, that her ass was left quivering and quaking! From left to right! From right to left! Up and down! Down and up! Hell, even diagonals! Her ass was quivering in all directions as he spanked her ass with relentless aggression!

In the center of Astria's carriage, extending from the wall, was a small little desk. It was a godsend for long travels, allowing her a place to rest a book upon if she was reading or writing, or even a small platter if she was feeling peckish, among many other things. But now, she needed it for a different reason.

Collapsing upon its smooth surface, the Thunder Goddess rested upon her buxom bosom while howling moans of pleasure left her mature lips. Head pointed down and ass raised up, she continued presenting her backside before Marche, allowing him to spank her ass without end! All the while, her eyes remained shut as spit oozed from her gaping maw... and thunder continued roaring outside.

It was a storm! Wind and rain blew left and right, triggering this small tempest with the carriage trapped in the middle. Despite the maelstrom going on around it, the opulent coach remained perfectly still, suffering nothing more than rain. If there was anyone outside, it would look like the vehicle was fastened to the ground with how still it was! And occasionally, flashes of lightning would illuminate the carriage, allowing one to see the shadows of Marche and Astria's body plastered on its regal walls.

And Beryl? Well...

Horses in Alektrios are different from most horses. Instead of being frightened or even anxious during a storm, they are typically very well behaved and calm. Take Bery for instance! Despite being in the center of a storm that could knock a grown man down, the mare was safely hidden beneath the awning of the carriage, resting as she watched the storm go by. Perhaps having horses that are indifferent to storms isn't too surprising in a kingdom infamous for having an everlasting storm.

But that's neither here nor there...

Back in the carriage, Marche pulled back as his brown eyes quivered. Astria was a panting mess as she rested upon her small desk with her ass raised up. And her ass... oooh... the once fair flesh of her butt had been tanned completely read; utterly and truly. Her anus was still twitching, and her pussy oozed this endless river of feminine cum which traced down her thigh and splattered on the floor.

Astria's legs shuddered, before stiffening back up. Raising her hand, she stroked it through her hair, brushing back some of her sweaty locks... before allowing a smile to spread out on her lips. Marche didn't need to say a word; she already knew of the desires that was deep in his chest. So she shook her hips – just a bit – drawing him in further and further...

And further...

The young knight got on his knees before his Empress, his brown eyes attracting to her sweltering cunt. Her folds smelled of sweat and lust... which created this erotic odor he could not pull himself away from. Every whiff he took of her lascivious scent, went straight up to his brain, and coaxed a groan of desire from his lips. There was just one problem...

Her panties were in the way.

Reaching up, he hooked his fingers into the thin waistband of her panties, and began to slowly drag them down her hips and legs. Down, down, dooowwwn. Down off her sumptuous thighs, and down her long, luscious legs. He brought her panties down to her feet, and then pulled them off.

With her panties out of the way, Marche placed his hands on her butt once again... and then began spreading her cheeks apart. In doing so, he exposed her cunt towards his unflinching eyes.

Astria's cunt was a perfect cunt indeed. Her labia was plump, her mound was shapely, and her silver pubic hair was neatly shaven. Endless nectar oozed from within, glistening in the light of her carriage. And the pinkness of her cunt was just as bright, damn-near dominating the whole of his gaze.

Marche nearly fell back as he bore witness to his Empress' most sacred spot. If a pussy could be divine... no... not 'if' a pussy can be divine. What he was looking at right now? Yes, Astria's pussy was truly divine. It was like gazing into the gates of heaven itself.

“Right here..." cooed the Empress, followed by taunting giggles, “Kukukuku~ unleash that voracious appetite of yours, Marche. Satiate your hunger on my pussy... kukukuku~" Clinch! “Ah~ yes~ that's it~~~"

Marche's fingers sank into Astria's butt, keeping her cheeks pried open for him. Then his head began drifting forward... slowly. The image of her body combined with the scent of her sex, intoxicating his mind completely. Yes, he was going to satiate this hunger within him... by dining on her body.

“Mmmmphh...!"

“Haahahahaaa~~~"

Grrrrmmmmmbbbbblllleeeee!!!

Marche's mouth met Astria's pussy, melding against it almost perfectly. A mature, lurid groan left his Empress' lips as, followed by a jolting shiver that traveled from her cunt, up her back, and throughout her hair. The young knight did not hesitate. With the raw hunger and desire one could only ascribe to a young man, he began lapping his tongue along her folds.

From the bottom all the way to the top, he scooped up her oozing honey, groaning as its taste soaked his tongue. Astria's folds were sweet... and they tasted tangy... and they were spicy... and they were sour... and bitter too! Her fluids were cackling, surging with this raw power that enhanced her flavor... which further drove Marche to eat out her pussy more.

Pushing against Astria, he caused her to lean more against the table and wall, groaning as her legs were even lifted up. Marche began to fight with her cunt, forcing his tongue between her folds so that he could get the rawest, most uncut taste of her body as he possibly could!

Astria tightened around him, clinching on his tongue in a manner both possessive yet defensive. The pleasure she felt was overwhelming! Not only was she quivering with this lewd desire, but the skies above were also quaking with lightning and thunder, wind and rain. It had relaxed significantly compared to his spanking from before, but that did not mean the storm had subsided completely.

Speaking of spanking...

SWAT! SMACK! SPANK!

“GUH~! AAAH~~~!"

Marche struck at Astria's pliable ass amid his his cunnilingus, making her body jolt and twitch. Her pussy too clinched around his lips and tongue, all while he left plenty more hand prints on her ass and hips. How he transformed so drastically! Before, he was as respectful as he possibly could to his Empress. But now, he was eating out her pussy and spanking her ass with such ferocity! He was treating her less like the goddess she was, and more like a sexual object to satiate his hungers!

“So... ravenous!" Astria cried, shuddering as she twerked her hips on Marche's hips, “Haaahahaaa~~~! Fuck! Nnghh! You randy young man! Haaaah!"

Her sordid words coaxed Marche, driving him to eat her out with an even more fervent desire than before. Lurid slurps mixed with the smacking of his lips, which all bounced through the air like a sensual symphony of erotic sounds! Astria's nails scratched upon the desk beneath her, cackling with purple lightning as they did so. Those cackles traveled down to her pussy, which meant that--

Zrrrrtt!

“Hnnngggh!?"

Marche's eyes widened. Around his tongue, he felt the surging of Astria's folds. It caused her pussy to clinch around his tongue, vice-like in how oppressive it was! He really needed to pull back, snapping his tongue out of her folds and leaving them quivering! A deep groan left Astria's lips, but he was too entranced on her pussy to care. Raising his hands once again, he placed his thumbs upon the sides of her folds, and then gently pulled them apart.

“Auuugghghh! You... nngghh! Needy young man~!" Astria groaned.

Her pussy gaped slightly, allowing him to see the deep pinks and reds of her pussy, the stringy nectar which oozed within... and the few cackles of electricity surging about. Taking his finger, he placed it upon the rim of her cunt, stroking it gently. Mature moans were coaxed from Astria's lips and her hips swayed from side to side, all while Marche explored her. The juices here were so slick and bright... and her pussy was so twitchy and needy.

More...

Puuuuuuuuuussshhh!

“Ffoooooohhh ~~~! Oh yeeessssseee~~~"

Marche's finger penetrated his Empress cunt, which clamped down around him. Desperately, her folds began rumbling and suckling around his digit, milking him off like it was his cock! He could feel it rumble back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, all while oozing even more juices which all traveled down his finger and arm. Marche himself groaned as he pushed his finger down to the digit.

The rumbling... the suckling... the slurping... he felt it all on a finite level. And after several moments of enjoying this lascivious feeling, he pulled his finger back and--

Plap!

“Foh~! Oooh~!"

Pushed his finger in. But why stop there? Well... he didn't. He pulled his finger back and--

Plap!

“Haaahh~! My pussssyyyy~ nnngghh~!"

And so on... and so forth...

Plap! Plap! Thlap! Whap! Thwap! Pat!

“FOH ~~! OOH! HOOOH~~! OOOAAHH~! M-MARCHE~! NNNGGHH~!"

Like a piston, Marche's fingers thrusted in and out of Astria's cunt at a rapid past! At first his fingers were straight, but then he began squirming his digits about. They would twist and writhe and curl within her cunt, widening out her folds with alternating movements. And he wasn't tender in the least bit. This was a woman who could shift the heavens if she so pleased! Hell, the heavens wailed as she was being wracked with euphoric pleasure! If anyone could take it, it was her!

So he gave it to her. He gave it all to her!

Using the full strength in his arm, the young knight pounded her pussy with his middle and index finger. It almost seemed like he was outright punching her with how relentless and aggressive he was! All the strength in his arm went right into her pussy, sending roaring quivers through her cunt, her ass, her back, and straight up to her hair! Astria's back arched and her mouth split wide, howling with erotic pleasure! And the skies, oh yes the skies! They too screamed with--

KRAAAACKAAAAWWWW!!!

Fuck, the way he toyed with her pussy felt so good! She shuddered, and twitched, and moaned, and groaned, howling as her pussy was so thoroughly abused by his thrusting and prying fingers! More and more honey oozed down her thighs, drenching her legs and his fingers, while her pussy began twitching in a furious manner. Even Marche could see it! Her puffy pussy throbbed around his fingers, her juices splattered about, and the sounds all bounced around in his ears! She was so close! Sooooo fucking close! All he'd need to do is push one last time! One... last--

THRUST!

“KRRAAAHHAAAAAAA~~~!"

SQUUIIIIIRRRRIRIRRRRRTT!!!

KRRACK! THAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!

Around Marche's fingers, his Empress unleashed the full wrath of her juicy orgasm. Glistening juices flooded his fingers and arms, trickling down their bodies with this audible rush. Eyes wide, the young knight sat there, basking in the glory of her orgasm. The way her folds twitched as juices gushed from within, was a true erotic sight to behold. He even bit into his bottom lip and groaned... before leaning in one last time, just to capture some of her honey on his tongue.

Aaah... sooooo worth it.

Marche staggered for a moment, and Astria did likewise. The Thunder Goddess was gasping following her thunderous orgasm; struggling to catch her breath. But as the seconds ticked on, her pants for breath shifted into chuckles and giggles that were electrifying to hear. Literally in this case; the air was surging as tiny bolts of purple and blue sparked through them.

Gazing up at his Empress, Marche watched as her mature and erotic body jiggled before finally coming to a stop. A few twitches ruminated through her form here and there, but she had mostly relaxed. And then she tipped her head up, and gave yet another taunting chuckle.

“I think... I need some air," Astria said, followed by a--

Fwoooosh!

A sudden updraft of wind blew around Marche, making him flinch and pull back. Around them, the doors and windows of the carriage suddenly snapped open. The young knight's nose twitched as the odor of sex mixed with the fresh air of rain and grass directly outside. He even turned to face the fields of Haynor's Pass, while his Empress straightened up.

“Not yet..." she whispered as she walked around to stand in front of Marche, “I know you have not yet satiated your lusts. Your little man right there is throbbing with so much need and desire. Kukuku... I'll help satiate it, so sit right there..." she looked over her lips and smiled at him in a coy manner, “Okay?"

“O... okay..." Marche answered.

Astria giggled and then shook her head. Facing forward, she once more stared at the fields before her as they were racked by wind and rain. The once light gray clouds were now far darker, and were only occasionally brightened up by thunderbolts of her command. Such a beautiful sight; it mirrored the feelings she had within her own being.

Raising her hands, Astria placed her hands into her long hair and tossed them up. Each bounce revealed her naked, sweaty body to Marche, and left him stunned. It took him a few moments to realize that this was a command. She wanted him to reach up there and touch him. So he did it. He got up to his feed, reached out for her body, and touched her.

In a passionate embrace, the young knight's arms wrapped around his Empress' body. One arm slipped around her waist and hugged against her stomach, while the other hand reached over her shoulder to grab upon her chest. Together, he squeezed and pulled her in closer, resting her against his broad back while he pursed his lips. Again and again, he kissed Astria's neck, adorning it with love and praise, while she reached up and clutched the back of his head.

“Haaah~"

Grrrrrmmmm...

Her airy moan filled the air, driving Marche to indulge more in her illustrious body. He kissed her more and more, while his hands grasped at her flesh. One hand squeezed her hip, marveling at how wide it was. His other hand grabbed her tit, squeezing tightly into his palm. Such a fat, plump, busty tit; it spilled through the cracks of his fingers while he could feel the milk within jiggle.

The milk... aahh... yes... this was the body that birthed his princesses.

Marche's grasping, groping hands grew even more lascivious, even more powerful. He took his time to truly squeeze her body, groping her like some lecherous pervert. There was no style with his squeezing, no distinct precision behind it. No, it was all raw, all primal. Putting it lightly, he needed her body. He needed her body so hard, he'd die without it.

“Yeeessss~ haaahahaaa~~~"

And Astria was willing to give it to him.

Groaning with a lurid desire, the Thunder Goddess began grinding her hips back against him. Not only was his body so broad and strong, but he was so young and energetic. She could feel the coarse and strong grip of his fingers and palms as they clinched around her mature form. But even the strength of his hands paled in comparison to the spire standing between his legs.

His cock – so long and hard – pressed against the crevice of her butt cheeks. Like before, she teased it between her ass... before reaching down between them. Grasping his cock, Astria guided it down and between her thicc thighs. And with a grin on her lips...

Plat!

She pushed herself down, stroking his cock with the fullness of her sumptuous thighs.

A gasp left Marche's lips and he looked forward. His gaze met Astria's, who looked over her shoulder with a smirk on her lips. Saying nothing, she raised her hands and placed them atop his hands, gripping them so that he could squeeze her even tighter. Then she pulled her hips up... and then pushed them back down.

Plat!

“Aaah!"

Again, Astria's thighs stroked along his turgid length. Precum shot from the tip of his length, splattering upon her legs, and making it even easier for her to move. But the Thunder Goddess did not stop there. Grinning from cheek to cheek, she began pumping her body up and down on his body, thrusting his cock through her thicc thighs again and again and again. Her soft ass bounced against his hips, sending jiggles throughout the rest of her body.

Plat! Plap! Plapt! Smack!

The sordid sounds of their bodies echoed throughout the carriage, mixing with Marche's gasps, Astria's giggles, and the rain outside. The Empress was non too shy in using her full weight, as she constantly slammed against him. Her soft thighs ran along the fullness of his hot, rigid cock; from the helm at the top, all the way down to its base. It was so hot and so hard, that it felt like a pole of burning metal more than it did anything flesh and blood.

Not that her body was a slouch.

Embracing Astria close, Marche let his desires take control over him as he began thrusting up with his hips. This thigh sex was so amazing! Even though he wasn't penetrating her outright, the mere feeling of her perfect body against his was enough to make his cock twitch and throb like mad! Every sweaty 'Smack!' or 'Plap!' of their bodies, sent pleasure roaring through his body. He even let his mouth open wide as a shameless cry of ecstasy left his lips. The only thing that could silence him...

Touch...

Was Astria's hand.

His Empress clutched his cheek and chin, bringing his moans to a stop. Guiding him over, she gazed deep into his brown eyes while wearing this sensual smirk on her lips. And then she moved in, pressing her lips to his. He pressed back, entering into a much needed and lewd kiss. Their tongues danced, moans were traded, and his hips began getting even faster!

Plap! Plat! Plap! Plat! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Pleasure roared through Marche's body as he fucked Astria's sumptuous thighs. Who would think something like this could feel so good! Even though he wasn't fucking his Empress outright, the young knight still dropped his hands down towards her hips. With a firm hold to keep Astria in place, he drew back and began to rapidly pound at her ass and thighs. Her thighs quivered and quaked from every lewd impact, and she her pussy twitched as she felt his rigid cock slide against her sweltering folds.

Fuck! She couldn't take it anymore! She needed him now!

Reaching down between her legs, Astria palmed his length, feeling it smear precum upon him. Gently she stroked his dick with her slender fingers... only to grip it tight! Marche gasped and came to a stop, his mouth agape with pleasure while she guided his length up. Pressing the head of his dick against her folds, he could feel the incredible heat and moistness that once danced around his tongue. All he needed to do was push.

“Go ahead..." Astria whispered, “Do it. Fuck me."

Such sordid, erotic, crass words for such a mature, regal, refined woman. Fuck, did hearing it make Marche grown with desire. He even squeezed her one last time... before finally giving his hips a--

Puuuuuuusssshhhh!

“Gaaah...!"

“Krrrooooooh~~~! Yes! Hnnnnkkk~!"

Grrrrrmmmbblbllbbbllleee!!!

Pure euphoria.

Marche's cock slid deep into Astria's pussy, spreading about her folds with each and every inch. His member was like a javelin with how it impaled her, triggering jolts and shudders that traveled throughout her body. From her perfect lips, the Empress gave sharp gasps and moans. Her eyes closed shut as well and her head tipped back, relaxing against his strong, fit body.

Such a strong and virile body. Relaxing against him with her cock stuffed into her pussy, the Empress felt nothing but pleasure. His cock would throb and twitch about within her, feeling so much bigger... so much stronger than it had before when she sucked on it. And now, this big, burly, virile cock, was desperate to unleash its potent seed inside of her. So...

“Do it. Move," PAT! THWAP! PAT! PLAP! “Guh~! Fuck! Nnnghh~~! Yeeessss...!"

The moment her command left her lips, Marche's hips began shooting up. He had no regards for pace or rhythm, nor did he care about steadily speeding up. No, the young knight was nothing more than a hungry, horny beast, one whose desire for his Empress' body had no limits. Allowing his base lusts to take control over him, he slammed into her cunt with so much force that it her entire body was quivering! Her thighs jiggled, her hair floundered, and her breasts? Oooooh, her breasts! They bounced, and they bounced, and they bounced some more! They bounced so hard that--

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

They snapped and wobbled against her chest, erotically swaying for an invisible audience. And with the open doors of the carriage directly before them, if anyone were brave enough to endure the storm, they'd gain such a personal view of the Thunder Goddess. Not just in the way her tits bounced, or how her entire body jerked up from Marche's rapid thrusting, nor even the thunderous cries of ecstasy that left her mouth... but in the way her tight, mature pussy wrapped so greedily around his throbbing cock.

And then they fell back.

“Guh!"

“Ah!? M-Marche!?"

Marche didn't know why he collapsed upon the floor. Had his legs given out on him? Had he expelled too much energy fucking his Empress? Well... yeah, he did, but not enough to drop like he had. In fact, he was quite proud of his stamina when it came to things like sparring and typical guard work. But that'd not what was important right now. Not even standing was important right now. No, he needed all of the power he had to do one thing and one thing alone.

Marche drew his hands down towards Astria's waist, grabbing her tight. He then pulled down with his hips, dragging his long, thick cock through her moist, tight tunnel. And after sitting still for a few moments to accumulate as much energy as he could...

THWAPTHWAPTHAWPTHWAP!!!

“KRAAAH! HAAAHH ~~~! AAAAHH~~~! MAAAARRCHHEEE~~~!"

His hips were a blur! A masculine, sinewy, desperate blur! He spared his Empress no quarter, instead slamming his cock in and out of her pussy with as much strength as he could possibly muster! And it was a lot of strength.

Now more than ever before, Astria's body bounced and jiggled in an erotic display for no one save the storm she herself created. She remained propped up, her hands resting on the sides of Marche's body, her back reclining against her chest. Legs spread wide, she allowed him to ravish her body with the ravenous hunger that only a young man of his age and stature could give. His long and burly cock scraped against the walls of her cunt, teasing her ridges so good that her pussy would squeeze around him. And every thrust caused her pussy juices to splatter about, staining their thighs and pelvises.

Astria's bouncing tits clapped against her chest, with her hard nipples jutting towards the air. She was so consumed by rapturous pleasure, that not only had the storm outside grown even more random with its howling winds and powerful lightning, but milk streamed endlessly from her tits in rivers of white. It drizzled down her chest and stomach, eventually reaching far enough to track upon Marche's fingers. And when he felt that milk touch him, he drew his hand up towards her tit, and in a moment of primal lust...

Clinch!

“KRRAAAH~~~!"

SPRRRITTTZZZ!!!

Milk shot from Astria's nipple like a spraying geyser, reaching far enough to track upon the open seal of her carriage. Encouraged by her knight, she reached up to grope her own tits, increasing the pleasure she felt. More milk, more heat, more fucking! Their bodies were melding together, becoming one as they heatedly fucked on the floor of her carriage!

Just a bit more! Marche's cock was reaching its zenith, becoming as hard as steel inside of her cunt! At the same time, Astria's pussy clinched around his dick, holding it damn-near hostage! Together, the two brought each other closer and closer to that blissful, explosive climax! Marche could even feel his balls grow tighter and tighter! There was nothing left to do, nowhere left to go. He shot up with his hips one last time and--

THWAP!

“GHHNNN!!!"

“KRRAAAAAHHH!!!"

Krack... ssssrrrrrggggee... THOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!

Hopefully no one was around to hear that... because they wouldn't be hearing anymore after.

A wicked bolt of purple lightning coursed through the storming heavens as Astria's body was racked with a truly thunderous climax. Her pussy squeezed tighter than any vice, any clamp around Marche's cock, making it impossible for him to pull back. Not that he was trying to. With his hips shot up, he slammed his dick as deep into her pussy and womb as it could go! Then the sputtering tip exploded, flooding her pussy with nothing but his virile, potent seed!

His cum and her cum mixed together, the both of which squirting around his dick in explosive strands of jizz. They splattered upon their hips and thighs, and trickled upon the floor. Hell, the force was so great, they shot out over the edge of the carriage in splintering lines of spunk!

One a finite level, Astria could feel every pint of seed, and every inch of his cock as her pussy continued suckling it down. Panting and moaning, the Empress' mind remained in a state of shear bliss... before this luscious smile appeared on her perfect lips. Side to side she rocked her hips, drawing out Marche's orgasm just a little bit more. The pleasure was so great for him, he could think of nothing but tanking the last bits of seed into her greedy snatch...

Thud!

And then falling back.

Laying completely flat on the floor, Marche panted deeply for breath as nothing more than a sweaty torso. Without him there to keep her propped up, Astria collapsed atop him, she too panting and groaning for air. But then she turned over, her deep purple eyes staring upon his face. Amid his haggard breathing, he looked up and met his Empress' gaze. Saying not a word, she reached up and gripped his cheeks... and then guided him in for a much needed kiss.

For several moments their lips and tongues danced with one another. There was no rush for the two of them, not now. They took their time, allowing their lips and tongues to explore each other's bodies. This went on for a few moments before they had to pull back... less Marche pass out from the lack of oxygen.

“How did it feel?" asked Astria as she tilted her head at him, a smile on her lips.

“Amazing..." he answered, not even attempting to make some witty remark, “I... my... I don't..." he shook his head, “Why did you...? Why did we...?"

“Kukukuku... don't worry about it, Marche," was her response with a shake of her head, “It's... not important. For the time being, we were nothing more than man and woman. And I dare say... kukukuku..." she dragged her hand down his chest, “You were an amazing man. Haahahaha... I'm still shuddering..."

Marche was still struggling to accept any of what just happened. It was so outlandish – so blasphemous – that he was almost convinced that he had suffered some blow to his head, and this was all just an erotic hallucination. He didn't just have sex with his Empress and goddess... did he?

But while he was struggling to accept this as reality, Astria was not too bothered. In fact, the Empress straightened up on his lap, and placed her hand into her hair. Groaning with a mature and erotic desire, the Thunder Goddess began tossing up her hair, while her sweaty body glistened in the glow of her carriage. And then her purple eyes locked on his face yet again, and this chuckle left her lips.

“I remember asking you if you wanted to see the sun," said Astria as she cocked her head, “I believe it is time I made good on that offer."

“My Empress, I..." was all Marche could eek out.

But Astria had made up her mind... and it's impossible to sway the thoughts of a person who can shift the heavens.

Speaking of...

Astria pulled up off of Marche's body, his cock and their combined cum sliding out of her spent pussy with a lewd 'Schlop!' The young knight groaned, but his goddess stood tall before him, glistening with sweat and fluids like some erotic, effervescent effigy. Turning around, she faced the land outside of her carriage, and casually walked out towards it. The storm outside was still furious and strong, whipping wind and rain in all directions. But Astria exited the carriage nonetheless, and the water seemed to sparkle around her.

Instead of drenching her body and hair, Astria stood in stark opposition of the storm. Now more than ever her body glowed, almost as if being brightened up by starlight. Enamored by the sight, Marche leaned up and watched as his Empress continued putting distance between herself and him, only to come to a stop a few yards away. She then raised her hand... and dropped it.

THOOOM...

All at once, the lightning, the thunder, the wind and the rain, all came to a sudden halt. The once cacophonous landscape grew as silent as a library, giving Marche a moment of tonal whiplash. Leaning up further, he walked towards the edge of the carriage and reached out for his Empress, but she was not yet finished.

Standing up straight, Astria placed her hands together above her head. Around her, a miniature tornado formed, causing her hair to fly upwards as small bolts of electricity illuminated her form. Marche pulled back, but remained standing on the edge of the carriage, watching as his goddess' tiny twister extended all the way up to the skies above. Looking up himself, the young knight watched as the once violent black clouds shifted into being more silver and gray... and then soon white. He had never seen the clouds be so white before.

What is the sky? No, honestly, what is the sky? Nothing more than the membranous atmosphere that surrounds our planet? That thought bounded around in Marche's head, making him question his very existence in this very moment. He was no idiot. While a poor boy, he was aware of things like science and physics. More important, he knew how crucial weather was to the continued existence of their planet. Whether it be its ability to give life with rain and blowing winds, or its destructive fury with lightning and tornadoes, the weather is a truly apathetic force. Not wholly good, but not evil either.

Why is this important? Because in this moment right here, right now... Marche truly understood why Astria is the Thunder Goddess. Imagine obeying a woman who could – at any moment – unleash an unknowable amount of destruction with the mere wave of her hand. Tornadoes, deluges, thunder strikes, blizzards; all nothing more than a tool she can use at a moments notice.

But that's not what she was doing now. She was not using her awesome power to destroy, but instead to empower.

Astria parted her hands. Above them, the clouds spiral and spun open, parting for the first time in Marche's life. And in the gap created by his goddess' awesome might, he saw nothing but... blue. Sunlight poured through the hole she carved in the heavens, illuminating the once stormy lands below. Green grass glistened and a soft wind blew through the land, all as Marche stood there with his mouth agape in awe.

Staggering forward, the young knight exited the carriage and walked out upon the fields. Ignoring his own nudity, he came to stand before his Empress as he basked in the golden warmth and light of the sun. His head tipped up and his mouth hung agape, captivated by what he was witnessing. He even reached out for it as if he could grab the sun... only to stop and pull back.

Looking over, Marche's eyes met Astria's. The Empress wore an alluring smirk on her lips, and her deep, mesmerizing, purple eyes surged with soft jolts of power. Silently, she reached up and extended her hand, offering it to her knight. He didn't hesitate, and grabbed her hand into his. With a mere tug, she pulled him in towards her, standing tall and naked in these rain-drenched fields as the sun illuminated them. Together, in a raw combination of passion and lust...

“Nmmph..."

“Nmmm..."

Their lips met in a kiss.

…

The city of Nibor had a reputation that preceded it. Compared to its neighbors, Vescus wasn't as concerned with the arts as, say, Brastralle. No, Vescus enjoyed more physical activities like sporting events and coliseums! They valued battle and conflict, finding honor in pushing one's body to its absolute limits in order to obtain victory. But that did not mean they were a kingdom of muscular meatheads! And nowhere was that more obvious than Nibor.

When their carriage appeared, they would see the grand brown and gold walls of Vescus' premier city of art. The once dusty brown path they traveled upon had long since been replaced with roads as the landscape grew more industrial. They had even garnered a few curious gazes from others as their regal carriage made way for Nibor. So much for a more 'quiet affair'.

Keeping his hands on Beryl's reins, Marche drove their carriage towards the flashy city in the distance. But he was not alone on the carriage, for sitting at his side was Astria. The Thunder Goddess leaned her head on his shoulder, her hand idly stroking his chest while this smile adorned her lips.

Despite everything that had happened before, he still felt understandably tense beneath his goddess' touch. Astria found it amusing.

“You may relax now, Marche," she stated with a giggle, “You're as stiff as a board. Kukukuku!"

“I uh... I know..." the cadet mumbled... before letting out a soft breath, “It's just that... with everything that happened before. I... I guess... um..." he shook his head, “We're not 'man and woman' anymore. We're... 'royal guard and empress' now, aren't we? S-so... I should be more professional."

“Kukukukuku! I appreciate your professionalism, Marche. But..." she stroked her fingers along his face, “Honestly... you can relax. Regardless of our roles, I do not wish for you to be so... uncomfortable. Kukuku... calm down. We're going to Nibor... have a little fun."

“Fun...?"

“Yes... kuku... fun..."

Clutching the side of his face, Astria turned Marche, guiding him into a kiss. Their lips met, and their tongues slid along one another, but this kiss was more of passion than it was of lust. They even pulled away in unison, with the young knight blushing from mild embarrassment, and his Empress chuckling. And that chuckle... that giggle... that...

“Kukukukuku!"

It brought back images of Flavia once again.

Oh, by the goddess, he had completely forgotten about Flavia after everything that happened! It left him feeling a bit... conflicted. While he saw her as a friend/rival, he'd be lying if he said he didn't think of her being attractive on some level. So for him to sleep with their Empress felt like some betrayal against her! Especially with how... fucking perfect Astria was.

But those eyes and that laugh, even their vaguely similar facial features, it again made Marche wonder if she and their Empress were related. The similarities they shared were just too much to ignore! Not to mention the fact that Flavia knew Astria would want be heading to Nibor, even when no one else knew. And... why did Astria pick him out of all the other knights anyway? Didn't she have her own royal guards who'd be a better fit? It wasn't random; he was chosen.

On the other hand... if Astria was Flavia's mother... then why would she sleep with her own daughter's friend/rival? That's, like, an extreme breach of familial relationship, right? Then again... it's not like they were in a romantic relationship or anything; they were just friends and sparring rivals. Nothing more, nothing less... r-right?

Yeeeeaaaaaah...

Maybe it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. Flavia wasn't even the name of any of Astria's daughters. For now! For now...

“Is something the matter, Marche?" Astria asked, reading his conflicting face.

“Huh? N-no... I'm fine..." he said with a dismissive shake of his head, “I'll just end up giving myself a headache anyway. So..." he looked over to his Empress, “We've arrived at Nibor. What now?"

“Weeeell... kukuku... the night is still young," replied Astria as she raised her hand, “The skies are clear, the city is lively, the show will be great... and I'm all alone with a virile young man. Kukuku..."

“My Empress... I..."

“Oh yes... I think we'll have plenty of time to figure out what we will do now... okay?"

“Uh... o... okay..."