Greed God chapter 124

February 26th 2016 Gemworld 8:00 PM EDT

We  came to a stop for the night about a six hour ride from Lord Town. We'd  made solid time on the horses, and during the whole ride, I'd managed  to get Amaya to the point where she didn't want to do anything but talk  to me. This process involved LOTS of listening, responding quickly and  attentively to her stories at time, and occasionally telling my own  stories, usually about my girls and in such a way as to leave my  relationship with them ambiguous enough that she was off balance trying  to figure out if I was unattached or not.

Roderick, the  huge bearded Duke, rode behind us, having somehow managed to maintain  the exact same level of malicious glare for literally two whole days  without flagging, which I assumed was some kind of bloodline or spell,  because no one could be surly for that long without some kind of  assistance. Regardless with my skills at manipulation (and a bit of  cheating with Eros and Psyche, though I only used the sensing aspect and  didn't directly tinker with her) I'd managed to get Amaya wrapped  completely around my finger.

What was the biggest surprise  to me however, was that I LIKED her. Amaya wasn't just some spoiled  little princess, she was a spitfire. She loved to travel, was extremely  skilled in combat, and had dozens of stories about her adventures  traveling the land and meeting strange creatures. She had this insane  sense of charisma that just radiated off her, and I was pretty sure she  would be putting the other girls under her pretty little boot when we  arrived. I was curious if she'd be able to subdue Barbie, my redhead had  an attitude problem when it came to sharing, and she liked to tell  herself she was my bottom bitch.

Now Amaya was COOKING for  me, and was apparently good at it. She completely ignored the  disapproval from Roderick and plucked fresh food from the forest (which I  appraised as she went to make sure she didn't accidentally poison us)  before conjuring a set of Amethyst kitchen constructs and getting to  work happily preparing dinner for us. I watched her move as she worked,  graceful and powerful and very appealing, and the leather pants didn't  hurt either. In the end though, I had to ask. "So what kind of princess  cooks?"

Amaya, who insisted I call her Amy, pouted at me  fetchingly. "I'll have you know I wasn't always a princess. Besides I  just spent two days regaling you with heroic tales of adventure. Did you  think I just decided to leave out the contributions of my personal chef  following me into danger and excitement? It was just me and Ypsilos. I  did all of our cooking, and I happen to excel at everything I try." She  tilted her head back, clearly trying to seem haughty and aristocratic,  but mostly just looking like a really snooty kitten.

I  just laughed, shaking my head. "Fair enough, it smells pretty damn  good." I'd slipped out of my formal cadence, slowly and subtly shifting  my tone to something more familiar, both to reinforce our closeness, and  because talking like a recently sodomized game of thrones character was  obnoxious at best. Amy had responded in a similar fashion, losing some  of her formality, and aside from confirming that Roderick didn't have  heat vision there hadn't been any real consequences. "So, how long are  you planning to stick around Lord Town. Not that I have any issues  hosting you, but I want to know how to plan my week."

She  giggled, rolling her eyes at my comment. "Assuming you don't have  dragon-y things to do like counting your gold or kidnapping some virgin  noblewomen." She'd gotten much more comfortable teasing me as we talked  over the last day or two, and it was always cute seeing the pretty  little smirk she got when she felt like she'd scored a point on me. That  didn't happen nearly as often as she probably thought it did, but  regardless I was willing to let her have the occasional verbal jab, as  long as she knew I could give as good as I got.

A fact I  tried to remind her of every now and then, and went out of my way to  reinforce now. "I gave her a predatory grin. "In point of fact, I prefer  my noblewomen not to be virgins. They're much more entertaining that  way. You know any promiscuous noblewomen I could kidnap?" I made sure my  tone was half teasing, half sexual, just enough that she wouldn't be  able to say for certain. Since she started the teasing she wouldn't be  able to say much, though the most important factor was obviously that  she enjoyed it.

Her face turned bright scarlet and her  eyes went wide. "Nicky! You can't say something like that to a  princess." She looked away, biting her lip in an obviously intrigued  way. I'd been working my way up to comments like that, but I was  enjoying her reactions too. She turned to focus harder on her cooking,  and I waved cheerfully at Roderick, who looked like he wanted to tear my  head off. As usual I gave zero fucks, because unless Amy decided she  didn't like my flirting he couldn't do jack shit to me on this  diplomatic mission to my home.

Capitalizing on her shyness  to change the subject (you have to give them time to calm down so you  can fluster them again later) I stepped up next to her to look over the  food. "So, what exactly are you making for dinner? Like I said it smells  amazing." I stepped up behind her, making sure I was close enough that  she could feel the heat of my body but not close enough to actually  touch her. I looked down over her shoulder into the amethyst frying pan  construct, seeing she was making some kind of meat sauce with mushrooms.

Amy  shook slightly, and I heard her swallowing hard. I could sense her  desires through Eros and Psyche, even if I couldn't actually manipulate  them without notice, and the poor little princess was a knot of  anticipation and a small amount of fear and confusion. I briefly debated  pressing into that relatively small but exquisitely shaped ass, but I  stepped back. Amy relaxed fractionally, though through the connection to  Eros and Psych I felt a flash of disappointment that I hadn't tried  anything.

If I'd just wanted her cunt I would have pushed.  I COULD have fucked her tonight. I was not, however, planning to put  her to work and drop her. I needed my key to gemworld happy and intact,  which meant I had to slow play this. Luckily I had some experience with  this kind of thing. It wasn't even as tough as seducing Dinah had been,  since Amy was at her core a shy nineteen year old. I'd just do this part  the same way I'd done the rest, hot and cold. The rapid shifts in the  balance of our relationship would throw her off sure, but there was an  easier reason.

Amy was a sweet little virgin. The closest  to a virgin I'd actually kept (Hildie didn't count since she was more  Barbie's than mine mostly) was Cherry, and Cherry was a fucking nutcase.  Because of that, I had to manage her emotions toward sex and sharing  more than the others. If I took the initiative to bend Amy over and  stuff her little pussy first chance I got, she might get uppity like  Barbie was and try to make me get rid of some of my other girls. As the  strongest and a literal princess that kind of power grab was within the  realm of possibility.

In order to head that off though, I  just had to make sure she was the one who jumped me. Constant edging and  teasing would get her so desperate and needy she would do anything to  get me eventually, and as long as I introduced her to the other girls  before that point, that anything included making peace with me having  other women. Hell, if I played this right she could be a huge benefit.  As someone trained to take over a literal kingdom, managing my girls  should be easy enough. It would actually take a lot off my plate for her  to be in charge of my burgeoning harem. As I watched her work, ignoring  Roderick trying to glare a hole in my head, I finally took the time to  appraise her at my leisure.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Amaya-  D rank Marquis of Amethyst. The princess of the Amethyst kingdom and  inheritor of its purest bloodline, Amaya, also known by her earth name  of Amy Winston, is a talented and charismatic member of one of  gemworld's most powerful bloodlines. A lonely and isolated girl, Amy  desperately wishes for friends and equals who can relate to her.]

I  couldn't help but grin internally. Poor sweet little princess. She just  needed somewhere to fit in. After I convinced her to fit me in a few  times I'd give her that too. Dinah was going to be pregnant for a while,  and she reminded me of Graciel a bit. Someone to dote on would be good  for her, and sweet little Amy would just adore her new mommy. I'd make  sure Cherry was right there to advise her too, her new devoted sister,  keeping her in the mindset I wanted as she grew up into a B ranked  Princess or even a Queen without too much need for me to waste points on  her.

I was really looking forward  to getting Zee and Amy branded. I had a pretty good idea how to do both  actually. The branding process got more demanding as I the girls got  stronger. I'd actually asked Crassus about it, and he'd been able to  explain it pretty easily. The brand took ownership, which meant it took  that ownership away from the person themselves. People were naturally  resistant to that kind of thing, even on a subconscious level, which was  why I had to get complete surrender from my girls before I could take  them.

Sexual  submission wasn't enough at higher ranks though. The POWER that these  girls had was resistant to me in itself, so a split second wavering of  self assurance from getting their brain dick scrambled couldn't do the  job. They had to completely and totally let down their guards around me  and accept that they belonged to me in order to get the Brand. There was  a loophole from Branding while elevating, like the chalice could do,  but in general it would be much more difficult to take ownership of  anyone high rank.

I  made a mental note to make more effort to look into the purification  thing for Raven once I got back. That bitch was B ranked, at the same  level as Graciel, and would net me a billion points if I could tame her,  which judging by the way she'd reacted to my mention of purification, I  could easily do if I cleansed her of her fathers influence. I should  probably wait until I was stronger though, since her dad was supposed to  be some sort of king shit demon monarch, and I was still at E rank. I  might have been jumping the gun a bit.

For  now I let Amy finish dinner and at with her, making sure to poke at her  a bit now and then to keep her thinking of me. She was blushing non  stop by the time we finished eating, and basically bolted out of the  clearing to set up her tent, a magic thing that Roderick had brought  with him for the princess. Once she was gone, I laid down under the  stars and closed my eyes. The weather was nice, and I might as well  enjoy a pleasant doze. Tomorrow we would be back in Lord Town, and my  official attempts to seduce Amy would be under way, starting with a  visit to the new quarries. I looked forward to showing off my work.