[GOBLIN'S GLORY] Interlewd 1 Dictator's Decree (Chapter 24.1)

How dare they mock me, Prince Chazrick. I will one day be the head of Royal House Hydra. I won’t roll over and allow this matter to settle peacefully. Mark my words, they shall regret toying with a prince of House Hydra. I was saving my magical decree to announce the restoration of my engagement to Estra, but this shall be an appropriate compromise.

Prince Chazrick was seething with overwhelming rage. He currently stalked through the halls of the main building of the House of Worldly Delight toward his VIP suite. A courtesan escorting a drunken merchant pressed against the wall at his approach. The merchant’s smiling expression quickly filled with trepidation as the angered prince neared.

“Greetings, Prince…” The merchant attempted to offer a greeting but was quickly silenced by a glare from Chazrick as he stormed past.

Prince Chazrick rounded the corner leading to his rooms, colliding with Madame Sharan coming from the other direction. She stumbled to the floor after the impact. The prince was about to ignore the high-elven woman sprawled on the floor to continue walking. Instead, he paused to inspect her attractive appearance.

The first thing he noticed was the four bronze earrings pierced through her left ear, symbolising her status of belonging to a tier-four bronze-ranked House. A merchant High-elf commoner House. Next, was her breathtaking beauty. Her porcelain white skin was without flaw. Prince Chazrick couldn’t resist, he reached down to brush a lustrous strand of sandy brown hair back behind her ear. It had been knocked loose by their impact.

Madame Sharan sprawled artistically across the floor. She looked up at the offender of their collision indignantly. Her gorgeous eyes quickly turned flirtatious after recognising the prince. She examined his exposed muscular chest with admiration.

“Prince Hydra, please excuse my clumsiness. I lost my composure. It is unbecoming of me. How may I make it up to you?” Sharan asked, fluttering her exquisite eyelashes with downcast eyes.

“Madame Sharan, it is I who must apologise. My actions were careless. I was distracted by my thoughts. It seems I am once more the most eligible bachelor in the empire of Nyre. Forgive my forwardness, but I must express my admiration for your beauty. It is wasted in such a place as this,” Prince Chazrick said.

His breathing became heavy as his eyes drank in Madame Sharan’s exquisite form. His phallus strained against his breeches as his gaze strayed over the immaculate skin of her exposed thighs. Noticing his arousal, Madame Sharan took advantage. She intentionally shifted her position, causing her skirt to ride higher. She teasingly pulled it up further with a single finger, playfully biting the knuckle of her other hand with a provocative expression, causing Prince Chazrick to gulp in appreciation.

“Madame, no longer. Madame Celeste has announced that she will be permanently taking up residence here and leaving retirement. I have been demoted to once again provide for the VIP patrons. So, how may I be of service, your highness?” Sharan breathed seductively.

“That is most unfortunate, perhaps I can offer you some consolation. I find myself in need of a personal assistant. With your experience, your advice would be invaluable to me. Are you interested?” Prince Chazrick asked, reaching down to pull Sharan gracefully to her feet.

“I believe that would be a rare opportunity for me to have a change of scenery. I graciously accept your offer… My lord,” Sharan replied, seductively pressing her lithe form against his body.

Sharan tilted her head back, playfully biting her lower lip. Chazrick could no longer suppress his desire. He grabbed a handful of her hair before savagely kissing her lips. He lifted her onto his hips, slamming her back into the wall. The sound of a nearby artwork falling from where it hung to hit the floor distracted the pair for a moment. They turned to investigate the noise. Seeing the gold-framed oil painting on the floor, Sharan reached up to turn Chazrick’s face back toward her. Once more resuming their passionate kiss.

Ignoring any potential witnesses, Sharan bared her perky breasts before draping her arms around Chazrick’s neck. Her head tilted, a moan escaping her lips as Chazrick began to tease an exposed nipple with his tongue. The nipple quickly hardened under his attention. He reached down to undo his breeches with one hand while holding her in a tight embrace.

His well-endowed phallus stood proudly erect as desire overwhelmed him. He was interrupted by a noise. Turning to glare, the pair’s lovemaking had been interrupted by a human patron being escorted by a topless courtesan. The courtesan froze in panic after recognising her mistress pressed against the hallway. She quickly turned to the patron following her and shooed him back in the direction they came from.

“Please forgive my intrusion, Madame. I didn’t see anything…” the panicked courtesan stammered in apology.

“Get out of here,” Sharan interrupted in annoyance.

“Yes, madame,” the courtesan curtsied low in obedience before hurrying after the departed human patron.

“Where were we?” Sharan said, pulling Chazrick into a deep kiss.

Chazrick remained silent as he thrust his phallus inside her soaking peach. She gasped in pleasure before grasping his hair and arching her body into him. Sharan expertly moved her hips against Chazrick, seductively moaning into his ear. She increased the intensity after Chazrick’s rhythmic grunting grew erratic. She could feel his body tense in anticipation of his building climax. Her own breathing became fervent as she ground her clitoris against him. Her hand in his hair tightened its grip while she continued to enthusiastically bounce on his phallus. Chazrick stiffened, thrusting his hips forward. The intoxicating feeling of his seed being pumped deep inside her induced Sharan’s body to tremble.

The pair simultaneously reached climax together in the middle of the empty hallway amid knocked-over furniture and artwork. They had been too enraptured with each other’s touch to notice the wreckage they caused. Chazrick panted heavily in Sharan’s ear as he lowered her to the floor. She righted her blouse, expertly rebuttoning it closed, leaving a seductive amount of cleavage exposed.

“Well, that was invigorating. I think I will greatly enjoy my time working under you, Prince Hydra. Is there anything more you need of me, my lord?” Sharan asked, her eyes glinted playfully.

“I’m well pleased by your expertise, Sharan. Prepare your luggage. We depart immediately,” Prince Chazrick replied, chuckling quietly in satisfaction.

He tucked his softening phallus inside his breeches, tying them closed. Leaning in, he gently gripped Sharan’s chin to leave a brief kiss. He straightened before walking away, leaving her standing in the hall behind him. Sharan glanced after his departing figure, she brushed her hair into place with her fingers. Chazrick never saw the self-satisfied smirk grow on Sharan’s face as she watched him turn the corner.

Prince Chazrick arrived at his suite, inside was decorated with furniture of the finest quality. Disregarding the extravagant decor, Chazrick raised an empty palm. A glowing arcane symbol appeared in the space above it. Particles of energy congealed together to form the bright outline of an item. The light solidified into a sealed scroll. His expression became resolute as he broke the seal before unfurling the scroll. The page was empty. Chazrick bit the tip of his thumb, drawing blood. He pressed his thumb against the page and began to speak.

“Hearken to me, people of Nyre. I, Prince Chazrick of Royal House Hydra formally declare Silver-ranked House Stormbourne as an enemy of my House. All alliances and trade agreements between us have been nullified. Henceforth, those that offer aid to any of House Stormbourne’s members shall be regarded as their collaborators. They will be met with swift retaliation from Royal House Hydra.” Prince Chazrick declared.

Words written in the arcane language appeared on the unfurled scroll as Prince Chazrick spoke. Everything he said was recorded in blazing red script. When he finished his decree, the scroll was consumed by flames. It was replaced by a growing arcane symbol that darkened the room, expanding through the walls to encase the sky above the House of Worldy Delight and beyond. The symbol was projected across countless kingdoms to be seen everywhere. After the symbol faded, a voice could be heard by citizens throughout the entire continent of Nyre. It was Prince Chazrick’s decree.