Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein, were disorientated, for the first time in a long time, since she can ever remember. She were made to feel the carnal desire washed over her body and rationality like never before, she had dreamed, thought and desired the touch of this man behind her many times, that she can even remember. And now that the real thing had happened, it send her body and mind to a pleasure overload, the moment, her dearest Mies stood behind her and put his hand all over her body. Her defense were gone instantly, feeling his warmth washed over her, it was an ecstasy, a pleasure beyond comprehensible words. Mies did not let her escaped from his embrace, not even the sligthest, and then when the touch become more sexual, Angela were now become a submissive woman under his device and will.“Oh~…you like that…right Angela?….hmm……….you like it when I played with your breast like this…right?……Slurrp~..Hmm….I loved your scent~ Angela….it the scent of a bit
I am currently staring at her, with her figure sprawling on top of me, my hand and finger were still playing her sensitive baby hole, still standing at the same place. Angela were also staring at me, hard, seems like she remembers her unintentionally spurt out secret words of her. We were both matured and not a dense person, when it comes to something like this at all, we were powerful and often times, when it comes to something that we wanted, we would take them as we pleased. But at the same time, we both has a circumstances, she and I were in an official relationship with someone else, and we are the leaders of our respective nation. There is a line that cannot be crossed for us that if we do, it would lead to nothing but a disasters. But at the same time, I know that her attracted to me were powerful, just like now, that attraction made me able to hold her like this and we already passed and crossed many line that we, especially her shouldn’t crossed.“.…’Eager wife’ huh?…I never
“You know what our reality was like right..Angela?…right?…”.“hah~..hah~…I know…I know very well, Mies….but I can’t stop this heart and body of mine!…I crave your love and attention…I want this!…sure I am old!..a mother!…but I want this!…I want you!….HUPPP!!…Slllrrurppppp!!!…ahh!…I know this is wrong…and it was an embarrassing for an old woman like me to act like teenagers in love…..but I can’t stop myself….I craved..This~….”. (Angela)She were angry and discourage, we both know where our situations were, and how bad it was if we got lost. But it was clear to both of us, that we want this so bad, Angela were angry with herself and kissed me roughly, of which I replied with passion of my own. She was embarrassed of herself, even already aged, still wanted to dressed and act just to pleased me and to make herself feels good about herself and wanting to feel loved by me and be in love, like any woman in the world.“Angela!…Look at me!…Look. At . Me. Woman!…that’s it~…that’s it…”.She wer
Like an aggressive tsunami of lust and desires, I could no longer hold back and so does Queen Duchess Angela, both of our eyes were already buzzed with lust and liberation of pleasures that we felt towards each others. No one would’ve thought that the domineering Queen Duchess who has ruled the independent Dukedom of Angela, that has always showed solidarity, power and also at times tyranny, against those that were opposing her. Are right now on her knees, naked in her birthday suits, wholeheartedly and devotedly, slurping on my rock hard dick. She performed her duty as my wife, with dedications and glee, her mouth were wet, slimy and warm, her tongue didn’t rest at all as she were licking my underside with each bobbing of her head. And her vacuum action were eager, she was there on her knees in between my legs pleasing me, her husband. Each strokes of her head and sucking, made me throw my head back in pleasures.“Ohh~..that’s it…that’s what I like!…Damn, Angela!…such a good fucking
Seeing the eager and lusty actions from Angela, my secret new wife. I gave her a hand and pulled her up to stand up, her legs were still wobbly as she stumbled to my chest, she were still smiling at me, a little bit embarrassed as she got her knees weak. Understandable she is a bit aged, and the earlier sensory overloads that I gave her, didn’t help much. And we both know that her love life and marriage has been dried for a long time already. And perhaps today was the first time this year that she was drove to this point.“Oh~ don’t you worry, my wife…today I am going to claim all your holes as mine!….today…I will make sure that your body will only remember my cock!….come here~…Get your hand on my desk…and turned that sweet fat ass of yours to me~……”.“ooo~…Never have I ever done it..in this positions before~..me, like this…like a dog on all four…in fact, I never even done this in an office at all~……oh husband~ don’t slapped to hard…”.(Angela)“Well..love, there is a first
My intimate time with my new secret wife, lasted for 4 hours. I fucked her in all positions that I can think off, and at all corner of my office, it was a surprise to see her being aware of our deeds at all times. But my sexual prowess proved to be too much for her to handle me alone, every single time that I orgasm, she passed out, and every time she orgasm, she passed out. It was funny and also made me feel good that I actually made a woman felt so good that she passed out, every single time. But what I loved about our love making session is that it felt real, her actions and feelings were true towards me, she really does treated me like her husband at that moment. I can see that her husband really didn’t cared for her nor ever gave her the attention that she needs.To be quite honest, her husband is on a very thin ice. Turns out that the entire family hated his guts, not only the guy were degenerate womanizer without an ounce of responsibility or accountability, he only done more d
We took our time, cuddling and sharing your mundane thoughts for a little bit, while still naked and holding each other in embraced. So to be said, our relationship has gotten even more closer and more lovable, Angela no longer hold herself back and be truthful to her heart desires. When we were together, there were still that aura of leaders from her, but it was toned down as she wanted to remained as my woman, when she were in my presence, especially when there is just the 2 of us. After all, we were not child, and when we wanted to get the mood on, we just do it, or when I or her wanted to get what we want we just do it and the other party would relent and give in. That is the dynamic of our relationship, still both of us agreed on the nature of our relationship. And turns out, Angela did not object that she would be my 6th wife, after the sisters, instead she was proud of the positions and the fact that I have many wives already.She said that it was a proved that I was a man, I d
Me and Queen Duchess of Angela Dukedom decided that we should replenished our energy that we have spent just now. To a private dinner, at a restaurant of her choice in the New City downtown area. Turns out she is more knowledgeable than me when it comes to premium places in New City these days. New City has changed a lot, it already started to grow in the direction that I have envisioned it to be, modern with medieval theme and environmentally friendly. We are dining at a high end restaurant called The Palace, turns out the restaurant is owned by Angela herself, in fact she bought the building and the land plot as her personal property and invested a lot on this building. It was a rather small shopping complex that specialized in selling the Dukedom of Angela produce. Naturally all of them were following Aeternum style packaging and approached.“This was a great place, Angela….no matter how I see it..it got your touch…”.“Thank you…I never thought that investment like this were actual
I knew what was at stake. We had to uphold this example. We had to show, beyond doubt, that the age of “Human First” was over.That the only supremacy left was the supremacy of character. Wisdom. Unity. Vision. And if we could carve that truth into the very soul of the UNA—if we could bury the old hatreds under libraries, not graves—then maybe, just maybe, this world could finally, finally leave its chains behind.I stood up from my chair, moving to the window. Out there, the city pulsed—an endless, living testament to what was possible when walls were torn down, not built higher. I closed my eyes for a moment. I didn’t want to be remembered as the conqueror of nations. I wanted to be remembered as the architect of a new era.One where no child was born inferior. One where no citizen was condemned by the shape of their ears or the color of their skin or the tail on their back. One where power didn’t mean oppression—but opportunity.Aeternum would be the beacon. And the UNA? The vessel
I took another sip of tea, letting the warmth spread through me.Because here’s the delicious irony: by copying our education system, they didn’t just adopt our books and schedules.They were adopting our mindset.Every child who learned using our curriculum. Every teacher trained by our methods. Every official who quoted Aeternum textbooks. They were all little seeds planted deep within foreign soil.In ten years?Those nations would think like us.In twenty?They would be like us. All without a single sword being drawn. I leaned back in my chair, utterly content.Without armies, without bloodshed, we were gaining soft political power over thirty-one nations.Real power.The kind that shaped futures. Mina clinked her cup lightly against mine in a silent toast, her green eyes sparkling.“To the future?” she teased.I smiled, lifting my cup.“To the future we’re writing,” I said.And out there, beneath the quiet, darkening sky, the seeds of a new world had already begun to bloom.The n
In New City, the public watched it all unfold on massive news screens and digital displays.A young woman in a coffee shop blinked back tears.“My mother couldn’t even sign her name,” she said. “Now, she’s going to school at sixty. Can you imagine?”A factory worker on break raised his can of iced tea. “They used to mock us for thinking machines would replace us. Now? My kid’s learning to design them.”Later that evening, President Mies stood at his office window in the Black House, overlooking a city glowing with lights and ambition.Minister Myers entered, holding the finalized signed charter.“It’s done,” he said quietly. “They all agreed. The future begins today.”Mies nodded. “We’ve unified their borders, their defense, and their markets,” he said. “Now, we unify their minds.”A long silence followed. Then, just a single line: “History will remember this moment.” And across the continent, it already had.The evening air was soft, almost languid, as I sat back in my chair, savorin
As the documents were sealed, cameras flashed and live broadcasts streamed the images of rulers shaking hands with President Mies—smiles genuine, eyes alight with purpose.The message to the world was unmistakable:Aeternum does not just lead with power—it leads with knowledge.Later, in a private conversation, Jonathan Myers turned to Mies.“This is more than we hoped.”Mies looked out the window of his office, where the UNA flags fluttered in a perfect row.“No,” he said. “This is exactly what I planned.”Jonathan raised a brow. “And what next?”Mies smiled faintly. “We teach the world… to think like us.”The central assembly hall of New Concordia UNA Headquarters—a gleaming white dome adorned with banners of thirty-one nations—had never been so full.Delegates filled every seat. National flags stood in perfect rows. The giant LED display behind the stage glowed with the symbol of the United Nation Alliance, now framed by a new banner in golden letters:"Education for All – A Future
Outside the palace gates, the citizens of Hallerus City buzzed with excitement. News traveled fast: another king had come, and he, too, had seen the truth.And far beyond the city walls, whispers began in other UNA courts:“Perhaps we should ask Queen Helen for assistance.”“Maybe Aeternum’s model isn’t just for them.”“Could we build this future too?”In the Black House of New City, when President Mies received the report of King Leopold’s visit, he simply closed the folder and smiled slightly."One seed sows a thousand trees," he murmured.And in the fields of Fantasma, the seeds of knowledge had already begun to sprout.The towering skyline of New City shimmered beneath a clear morning sky. It was a perfect day for diplomacy—and a historic one.Within the great glass-paneled east wing of the Black House, Aeternum’s political nerve center, a long oval table had been prepared. Security was tight, the air dignified, yet the atmosphere was distinctly welcoming. For today, President Mie
That evening, Queen Helen hosted a quiet reception for the UNA visitors. Modest food, strong Hallerian tea, and conversation flowed freely.“We’re not pretending it’s perfect,” Helen told them. “But we’re not pretending it’s impossible, either.”One observer raised a hand, smiling. “Would you be open to helping other nations start similar programs?”Helen looked to Merrica, then back to them.“Of course,” she said. “We’ve taken help. It would be wrong not to offer it.”It was the kind of answer that made diplomats take notes. And so, Hallerus—once a fractured kingdom cast in shadow—began to shine in a new light. Not as a symbol of power. But as a model of transformation. And as the scholars walked the streets of Hallerus City, alongside teachers and curious children, they quietly realized: The future wasn’t just being forged in Aeternum anymore. It was spreading.The scent of blooming gardenias filled the royal courtyard of Hallerus Royal Palace. The sun hung high above the battlement
“It’s… beautiful,” she said.Jonathan smiled. “It’s sure is,.”The first major step was the immediate conversion of six major city libraries into public education centers. Then came the pilot schools—one for each major region of the kingdom. Each staffed with a blend of local teachers (newly trained) and educational experts from Aeternum who came to oversee implementation.Within a month, Hallerus Elementary Schools opened their doors for the first time. Children from farming villages and mining towns, who had never once held a book of their own, were now reading stories about space, science, and society. They learned arithmetic on digital chalkboards and watched recorded lectures from Aeternum instructors. Classrooms were modest, but organized. Desks were salvaged, but steady.The change was jarring. But it was real. Queen Helen visited one of these pilot schools in the outskirts of Archenport. There, she saw barefoot children reciting alphabet lines. She watched a young girl raise h
Outside in the streets of New City, a mural was already being painted on the wall of a youth center—depicting two children, one Aeternian and one Hallerian, sitting together at a shared desk beneath the words:"Wisdom Unites What War Divides."The mural was uncommission—but no one was taking it down. From within the homes, classrooms, and council chambers of Aeternum, the message was clear: the world was learning, and they were learning from Aeternum.And that made the people walk taller.Because every road rebuilt in Hallerus, every classroom opened, every young mind taught in their system—was a quiet victory for Aeternum’s vision. The age of empires was ending. The age of influence had begun.The great hall of Hallerus Royal Palace hadn’t hosted a summit like this in over a generation. Not for war. Not for taxation. But for education.Long tables stretched beneath arched stone windows, newly adorned with fresh flags representing each province of the Hallerus Kingdom. The air smelled
Contracts were awarded to the newly established Hallerus Road Commission, overseen by both local talent and advisory engineers from Aeternum. Bright orange marker flags began appearing all over the kingdom, outlining future road paths. Caravans brought in equipment, gravel, construction tools—and, notably, several transport trucks from Aeternum carrying the first batch of reinforced roadstone, a durable blend sourced from the Stone Ring mountains.Helen personally visited the first construction site just outside the capital—a winding, broken stretch leading to a key trade town in the east.She knelt beside the workers, running her fingers through the packed dirt and gravel. “This path,” she said to a nearby foreman, “will be the spine of our kingdom.”He blinked, surprised at her presence, then bowed. “Then we’ll make sure it’s strong, Your Majesty.”As roadwork began, the kingdom watched. Villages previously isolated by floods or rough terrain saw the first signs of inclusion. Mercha