For the next two days, the alliance celebrated. They ate, drank, and enjoyed grand banquets before Regulus's party finally embarked on the long journey back to the Royal Capital.
Ultimately, the trip had been a superficial diplomatic effort to appease political factions. However, even if it was largely a political show, it was evident that Sphinx was deeply satisfied with how everything had unfolded.
Just as the royal dragon carriage rolled onto the main road...
"Dear... what do you think of this wedding dress?" Sphinx asked softly, holding the hem of her elaborate skirt with both hands as she actively showed herself off to Regulus.
Regulus carefully observed the petite girl who was now his wife, both in physical reality and official political name.
She was wearing a traditional ceremonial gown specially prepared by the craftsmen of the Demi-Human alliance, worn strictly during high-tier weddings. But unlike standard bridal gowns, Sphinx's dress was far more magnificent and breathtaking, woven with rare fabrics contributed by various tribes for their beloved Great General.
"It is absolutely, utterly adorable," Regulus answered honestly.
The praise came straight from his heart.
Whether she genuinely favored dark robes, was simply accustomed to wearing them, or if her iconic outfit held some forgotten sentimental meaning from Echidna, was unknown. From the moment they met until now, she had always worn the exact same style of black robe.
Truly, only that single design.
Granted, for a grand mage like Sphinx who was proficient in high-tier elemental magic, thoroughly washing and restoring clothes took only a few seconds. Still, Regulus had often wondered what indestructible material her original robe was made of—she had worn it for over three hundred years and washed it thousands of times, yet it hadn't suffered a single frayed thread.
"As long as you like it," Sphinx murmured, looking down at her new attire.
It was certainly beautiful, but it was also far too conservative for her liking; every inch of her skin except her face and neck was completely covered under thick layers of heavy fabric.
"Should I modify this dress a little?" she asked, tugging at the high collar. "It is quite cumbersome like this, and it will be very inconvenient during our private moments."
"No need. This specific dress doesn't need to be cut up," Regulus smiled, stroking her hair.
"Is the style of the dress not to your liking?"
"That's not the reason. This gown holds very good commemorative significance for the alliance. If I really want a different, more... accessible style, I can just have custom ones made by our tailor when we return to the Capital."
"I see."
Sphinx nodded, seemingly understanding, yet also looking slightly confused.
Regulus shook his head with a faint, wry smile. He wondered if his ongoing 'education' of this artificial Witch was a complete success or a subtle failure. After receiving a stunning new outfit, the very first thing she evaluated was whether it would hinder her ability to accommodate him in bed.
'Is there a slight flaw in my guidance, turning her into a shameless little pervert?' Regulus pondered playfully. 'Or in her mind, does her husband really possess no other thoughts besides teasing and bullying her?'
Although the latter was entirely true.
Standing at the absolute pinnacle of physical power in this world, whether it was wealth, political authority, or social status, anything Regulus desired was already within his grasp. Since he didn't need to struggle or plot for mundane ambition, it was only natural for him to focus all of his endless free time on enjoying his wives and satisfying his personal desires.
However, just as Regulus assumed Sphinx had settled down...
The petite Witch calmly began shedding the inconvenient layers of her bridal outfit right there in the moving carriage.
"Lady Sphinx!" Shion, who was sitting across from them, gasped in sheer surprise.
If it were just Shion, Sphinx, and Regulus in the cabin, that would be one thing. But sitting directly beside Shion was her close elven friend whom she had recruited to manage the trade routes—Laila.
Ever since Regulus had publicly declared his ownership over Shion two days ago, the purple-haired Elf Maiden had shown clear resistance toward him, strongly opposing Shion being claimed by a human lord.
Laila's core reason for resisting was the exact same as Shion's initial doubt: human lifespans were far too short to live alongside the immortal Elven race. Furthermore, this white-haired man was openly juggling over a hundred wives and keeping them all under one roof. Laila's blunt assessment of Regulus was that he was an insatiably greedy, shameless fellow who simply knew no contentment.
Of course, aside from her personal dissatisfaction with his hedonistic lifestyle, Laila still acknowledged Regulus's monumental political contributions and god-like strength. Otherwise, given her aloof pride, she wouldn't be sitting in the same carriage with him so calmly right now.
Sphinx looked up at a panicking Shion, her expression remaining entirely flat. "This ceremonial dress is far too thick, and many of these unnecessary undergarments are very heavy. It would be extremely uncomfortable to wear them for the entire multi-day trip."
"That may be true, but..." Shion stammered.
"I am merely removing the unnecessary parts," Sphinx explained matter-of-factly.
With a smooth motion, she pulled down her heavy ceremonial trousers and tossed them aside, revealing her flawless, porcelain-white legs and bare feet.
Facing the casual sight of the former Great General exposing her bare legs without an ounce of shyness, Shion was left utterly speechless.
However, due to Sphinx's naturally petite stature, combined with the fact that the outer skirt of the bridal dress was quite long and voluminous, even after removing her trousers and under-layers, she still appeared completely presentable from the waist up.
Because of this visual compromise, Shion couldn't find any logical ground to lecture her further.
It wasn't long before Sphinx finished customizing her outfit, transforming the stiff, heavy bridal dress into a comfortable, breezy gown. Once everything was adjusted to her satisfaction, the pink-haired girl actively squirmed into Regulus's lap, settling securely in his arms.
Her pale face flushed with a faint, adorable pink as she swayed back and forth against his chest, clearly enjoying his warmth.
Seeing this intimate sight, a strong sense of impending panic welled up in Shion's heart.
'She's actively tempting him!' Shion screamed internally.
She had witnessed this exact scene more than once during the journey to the stronghold. The moment she saw Regulus wrap his arms around Sphinx's waist, Shion knew with absolute certainty what was going to happen next in this cabin.
"Laila, let's move to my personal carriage to discuss our future trade logistics," Shion urged hurriedly, grabbing her purple-haired friend's hand.
Unfortunately, despite Shion's desperate pulling, Laila remained firmly rooted to her seat, refusing to budge.
Noticing Shion's frantic, pleading gaze, Laila crossed her arms, her purple eyes locking onto Regulus sitting across from them.
"We can discuss business right here just as well," Laila stated calmly. "Besides, your small cargo carriage isn't nearly as comfortable as this luxury dragon carriage. We will talk here."
Laila simply didn't believe it. With an outsider like her sitting directly opposite them, would this human lord actually dare to do anything inappropriate or shameless to the girl in his arms right in front of an audience?
In stark contrast, Shion was sweating bullets. She was all too aware of Regulus's boundless audacity and Sphinx's absolute, unbothered obedience.
Forget about doing it in front of two friends—as long as Regulus had the thought, even if there were dozens of unfamiliar people watching, Sphinx would gladly and innocently cooperate without a single second of hesitation!
Regulus's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as he tightened his arms around Sphinx's petite frame, one hand sliding down to cup her round little ass through the thinned fabric of her modified gown. "Comfortable now, my dear wife?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, fingers already slipping beneath the hem to caress her bare thigh.
Sphinx nodded, pressing closer, her small breasts brushing his chest as she shifted deliberately in his lap. "Yes... but I still feel too restricted here," she whispered, guiding his hand higher until his fingers brushed the slick heat between her legs. She was already wet, her body responding instantly to his touch with that perfect, shameless obedience.
Without hesitation, Regulus pushed two fingers inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling them as Sphinx let out a soft, breathy moan. Her hips rocked forward, riding his hand right there in the carriage, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the cabin.
Shion's face burned crimson. "M-My Lord—Lady Sphinx—please, not here—"
Laila stared, frozen, her eyes wide as Sphinx's gown rode up further, exposing her smooth, porcelain ass and the way Regulus's thick fingers pumped steadily into her clenching cunt.
But Sphinx ignored them completely, her pink hair swaying as she ground harder against his palm, chasing the pleasure. "Deeper... please, Regulus," she begged softly, her voice flat yet laced with needy desire. She reached down, fumbling with his trousers until his hard cock sprang free—thick, veined, and throbbing.
Regulus lifted her effortlessly, aligning her dripping entrance with his tip before pulling her down in one smooth thrust. Sphinx gasped, her tight walls stretching around his girth as he filled her completely, bottoming out against her cervix.
"Ah—! So full..." she whimpered, clinging to his shoulders as she began bouncing in his lap, the carriage rocking gently with their rhythm. Her small body took every inch greedily, juices coating his shaft and dripping down onto the seat with each wet slap of skin on skin.
Regulus groaned, gripping her hips and thrusting up to meet her, pounding into her soaked pussy harder. "Good girl. Take it all, even with them watching."
Sphinx's head fell back, eyes half-lidded in bliss as her perky tits bounced beneath the loosened bodice. She came first—her inner walls spasming tightly around his cock, a gush of her nectar squirting around his shaft. But Regulus didn't stop, fucking her through it, using her petite body like a perfect little cocksleeve while Shion covered her mouth in mortified arousal and Laila watched, stunned into silence.
He flipped her around, bending her over the seat so her face was inches from the two women, then slammed back into her from behind. Sphinx moaned louder, pushing back to take every brutal thrust, her ass rippling with the force as Regulus claimed her relentlessly—filling the carriage with the obscene sounds of their fucking until he finally buried himself deep and flooded her womb with thick ropes of hot cum.
Sphinx trembled in ecstasy, a small, satisfied smile on her lips as his seed leaked from her stretched pussy.
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