Somewhere in Sorz (Patreon)

Somewhere in Sorz

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The stationary communication amulet that stood on the desk of the Commander of the Secret Guard of Sorz faintly glowed with one of its many crystals. When he took a break from reading one of the endless reports, the master of the cabinet touched it with his finger:

"Yes?"

"Lady Agatha has arrived."

"Let her in."

In exactly one minute, the doors of his office opened, and a tall, spectacular woman stepped inside. White skin, long blonde hair styled according to the latest fashion, light makeup, emphasizing expressive gray eyes, and neat red lips. At first glance, it was clear that the woman was wealthy and not ordinary. Her clothes also confirmed her high status. An expensive dress of red fabric, richly decorated with gold embroidery. On her neck, descending to a very frank cleavage, hung a massive gold necklace decorated with numerous precious stones, mostly rubies. In her ears were long earrings in the form of stylized sun disks, also with inlaid rubies. On the fingers of each hand were several rings and rings. They were also gold and jeweled, except for one seal ring.

Once inside the office, the woman smiled warmly at the owner and performed a perfect curtsy. The head of the Secret Guard only slightly bowed his head in greeting. At the same time, he counted the information received from the stationary scanning artifacts. No weapons on her guest and nothing dangerous was found, only protective artifacts and amulets. Of course, she was thoroughly searched at the entrance, but caution is never superfluous.

"Greetings, my lord. I am glad to see you in good health."

"Likewise, Lady Agatha. It's always a pleasure to see you. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you, my lord.

With impeccable posture, Agatha walked over to the table and sat in the guest chair across from the de facto second man in the state. For a few seconds, they looked at each other with polite smiles. Then the head of the Secret Guard lightly pressed a discreet button under the table to activate the additional protection of the cabinet, isolating it from the rest of the world even more and consuming the energy of the storage units. As soon as the protective barriers were activated, the faces of the people in the cabinet changed from smiling and polite to extremely serious.

"Report," the owner of the office briefly ordered, keeping his gaze fixed on his visitor.

She pulled several small sealed tubes from her belt pouch with a serious face, opened them, and took out several sheets of parchment filled with neat, hand-colored handwriting. As she spread them out on the table in front of the head of the Secret Guard, he continued to scrutinize his guest with an unreadable face. Agatha was the daughter of the head of a medium-sized merchant house. And not by an official wife but by one of the slave concubines. She had no chance in life. At best, she'd be given as a plaything to one of her father's partners. Or they would have left her at home for "personal use". But it turned out that the girl had inherited not only her mother's pretty face and figure but also her father's intelligence and character. She also had a natural talent for turning men's heads and spinning them as she pleased. As a result, she is a tenth level at fifteen and an uncommon class Seductress.

Was her father's decision to keep such an "asset" in the family his own, or had she already managed to entice her parent? The answer to that question was never found. In any case, the girl was used for the benefit of the family business, which she did brilliantly. She ferreted out secrets, seducing whoever was needed or preventing his rivals from seducing him. Her father's wealth was growing, and so were the levels of a girl, not a girl but a young woman already. Several times she was on the verge, if not of death, then of very big trouble. But each time, by some animal instinct or incredible luck, she managed to avoid the vengeance of her deceived and seduced lovers. Sooner or later, it would not end well for her, and, as it turned out, Agatha was well aware of that. So she made her move.

How she managed to accomplish this and how all her relatives and her father's guards missed it, no one knew exactly. Nor was it entirely clear how she had been able to remove all the contracts, oaths, and obligations by which her stupid parent had "bound" her. From the indirect evidence, he had freed her from them. As a result, one not-so-good morning, the head of the house's lawful wife (also a cunning snake), along with her two daughters, her sister, and the other women of the family, found Agatha sitting in her father's chair, legs spread wide apart. While the parent himself was selflessly polishing her slit, paired with his eldest son and heir. The younger sons, meanwhile, were selflessly loving each other in a corner of the same office. To say that they were shocked by such a spectacle is not to say anything. But there was nothing they could do about it.

Because immediately, several unpleasant things became clear. First of all, Daddy, who loved his daughter in every way, had transferred to her all the assets, the family contracts, the keys, the passwords. In short, complete control over everything that owned their House. Second, the Commander of the guards, like most of his subordinates, was also already loyal to the new mistress. The shocked women were handcuffed, despite the quite serious resistance of some of them, after which Agatha took great pleasure in reducing them to the state of her own mother. Namely, living sex toys. Having previously extracted from them all the useful information she could.

It is clear that no one would tolerate such a coup. It would be one thing if one of the official heirs pulled such a stunt. But no one would tolerate such a trick from a daughter, especially from a slave concubine. Agatha would have been devoured by her father's wife's relatives and business associates. But once again, she showed she was not a fool. Instead of fleeing with everything she could carry, fleeing for revenge, she headed for the capital. And managed to get to his reception, using the connection of her father combined with her class skills.

To say that he was surprised to see Agatha in his waiting room instead of the other man who had "conceded" his audience to her is a gross understatement. He was even more surprised when the cheeky girl introduced herself, not hiding who she was or how she got here. His first thought was to order the immediate arrest of the insolent girl, with all the consequences that would follow. But the head of the Secret Guard wouldn't have held his position for so long if he didn't know how to understand people and see their potential. Agatha had that potential, so he decided to at least listen to her first. He was also sure to put his guards on full alert and activate his protection to the maximum.

And he was not wrong. The self-confident girl with a charming smile laid out in front of him several sheets of parchment with dirt, including several people who were of interest to him personally. Very well-collected dirt, with exact names, places, dates, amounts of money, classes, and circumstances. And a few more sheets of simply valuable information, relating mostly to people in the States neighboring Sorz.

The work was done at the level of his agency's top-notch agents. Not the best, but high-level and professional. After that, she showed him the twenty-fifth level, a new epic class Mistress of the Web, and developed to a rare grade Seductress. And she offered her services in exchange for protection. At the same time, she, with the same charming smile, subtly hinted that she had nothing to lose, and if anything, all the information demonstrated to him can get to other humans. Or, Sun forbid, not humans. And, of course, this is not all the information and dirt she has.

At that moment, he had to admit, he was thinking hard. On the one hand, he really wanted to teach this insolent girl a lesson. He might even do it in person since she had more than attractive looks. On the other hand, the benefits of it were obvious. In addition, given her position, getting a personal agent owed to him, with an extensive network of informants, would not be superfluous. In the end, he decided to accept Agatha's offer, and he was right. The hardest part was the first few months when Agatha's father's relatives and associates were especially thirsty for her blood. Two near-successful assassination attempts and several attempts to cast personal curses through high-level malefics. The Secret Guard did not intervene openly, limiting themselves to preventing the sassy girl from being formally arrested. And then Agatha showed that she had teeth, too. Or rather, fangs.

Suddenly her father's wife's parents died, as well as her two older brothers, who were most thirsty for Agatha's blood. There was an investigation that revealed that there had been a daring operation by agents of Melareth, who turned out to be unexpectedly well-informed. And which the girl had nothing to do with at all. And now the new head of their house, who, as the youngest of the children, had had practically nothing in terms of inheritance, had no complaints against Agatha. Here is one of her father's partners, whose daughter was soon to marry her eldest son and heir, who was caught selling information to the Dawn Forest, making two promising operations against the Children of the Stars go awry. And though most of the relatives managed to disassociate themselves from their arrested patriarch, their business quickly dwindled and, for the most part, was bought out by Agatha's new manager.

By then, the most intelligent of Agatha's enemies had already begun to think hard that the game might not be worth playing. There had been a few more attempts at sabotage, like the successful burning down of her father's warehouses. But each one was answered. Not always instantaneous, but invariably painful. The last who persisted the longest was her father's cousin, who had not forgiven the "insolent slut" for her family coup d'etat. After another assassination attempt, the great-uncle was found dead in his bed, in a very compromising position.

According to rumors that spread with the speed of wildfire, he was naked, with a gag strap around his neck and a rather expensive toy for those adults who prefer to reach the peak of pleasure unaided. Ironically, his children and relatives forgot all about Agatha because they had bigger problems. The will, which had been rewritten in the city's main Temple of the Sun, had been certified by magical seals a few days before his death. The family had no idea that it had been rewritten.

According to it, most of the property was donated to various churches and for the improvement of the city. That is, to the City Treasury. Everyone immediately rushed to prove that it was made by the deceased head of the family in a state of hostile influence on the mind, to put it in legal terms. But when the will was being probated, the author was thoroughly checked for this very influence, and no traces were found. It was also carefully documented. So, the relatives were now very unhappy with Agatha: they were faced with the prospect of being practically destitute.

After this incident, all detractors finally realized that the attempt to get rid of an impudent girl who had taken over the power of the most influential, but not the last Trading House, could turn into very big problems, and from the most unexpected side. No, Agatha was not left alone. But the outright hostility against her had ceased. Instead, an active behind-the-scenes struggle began with espionage, attempts to recruit and convert, bribery, and blackmail. In a word, the routine life of any influential person.

In the ten years since then, Agatha has reached level thirty-three, expanded her network of informants, increased her wealth, and made even more enemies. The latter was especially pleasing to the Head of the Secret Guard, as it served as a great leash for her. Without his unspoken patronage, which prevented Agatha's enemies from acting openly, she would have been destroyed long ago. Or done something more interesting. Since her appearance was still very attractive. Still, level thirty-three is pretty good and with an epic class, but plenty of bigger fish. How many times in those ten years he had received unspoken, veiled, or direct offers to "flush" the insolent maiden he had long ago stopped counting? He must admit, some of the offers were more than tempting, but so far, the benefits of Agatha as an agent outweighed them. So far.

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"Everything is still the same. Ever since the day the Crown Prince acquired his new class, all the talk has been about him. Especially after his trip to the Wildlands. Interest in him is enormous, especially from our closest neighbors. I've registered over a dozen tacit requests this month alone from all sorts of personalities for any reliable information about him, his class, and what he plans to choose as his second class. The reward for reliable information is more than generous."

"That's to be expected. Anything else?"

"Also, various individuals, who reek of Stars and Forests a mile away, offer a very generous reward for any specimen of the Crown Prince. From hair and fingernails to blood and semen. The last two offer the most gold, if authenticated. I recommend increased control of the Crown Prince's personal servants, as well as additional protective procedures beyond what is already in place."

"Also quite expected. The Crown Prince is guarded in the most secure way possible. The only way to do more is to lock him up in the Sun Palace. Hmm. Any chance of slipping fake specimens to our eared neighbors?"

"I, and my analysts, regard them as negative. Also, I would like to add that there is a great possibility that someone else may be acting under the guise of elves. Or, more likely, there are several interested parties in obtaining a piece of our Crown Prince's body."

"I agree. What about his kidnapper? This Kickass? Any luck in finding out anything?"

For the first time since the conversation began, Agatha's face grimaced as if she had eaten something disgusting.

"Nothing. I used all my connections, spent a lot of gold and time, and lost two very promising agents, but I still couldn't find out what kind of creature was helping the elves or where they dug it up. The Eared Ones were very serious about it. The most promising theory I've come up with, along with my analysts, is that their Seer came up with the creature. The elves have no other specialists of the Dream of a high enough level. How and on what terms they were able to agree can only be surmised. In most cases, such creatures charge with the souls of the endowed. This is further complicated by the specifics of the realm. Finding a good Dream specialist is not easy."

The Head of the Secret Guard nodded grimly. That, too, was to be expected. Still, he had a glimmer of hope that at least Agatha would succeed where everyone else had failed. Meanwhile, the agentess continued.

"However, through my agents, I managed to contact one fairly high-ranking and influential priest of the Goddess of Dreams. For a considerable sum of money, he agreed to advise my people. Here is his report. The original, a copy. I think you will be as impressed with it as I am."

With an arched eyebrow, the owner of the study took another pair of scrolls and ran his eyes over them. As he read, his face grew darker and darker. As he read the priest's consultation to the end, he said slowly:

"Hmm... It's too bad if the elves have such a strong contract creature. We'll have to work out additional countermeasures. We must also find out what kind of creature it is and on what terms they work with it. And if there's a chance this thing could be bought out, or at least break the contract. Keep digging."

"As you command. But I will need additional finances."

"How much?"

"Four thousand to start with. That doesn't include compensation for previous expenses. Here's the financial report."

Running his eyes over the paper, the Head of the Secret Guard nodded.

"Good. Money, thanks to the Crown Prince, is not a problem right now. Let's move on. What about the incident with our dearest neighbors?"

"Here I have two news at once, bad and good. The bad news is that their Shackle Resonator is destroyed. The unknown saboteurs did their best, leaving no witnesses or normal evidence. It was impossible to find out who had done it. My analysts estimated that the average level of the attackers must have been in the mid-40s. There was at least one professional star in action. There was a high probability that it was with a Hero. Clearly with very good equipment, not below epic level. Very high probability that they had their agents inside the fortress."

The head of the Secret Guard grew gloomy. At first glance, he would have been glad his neighbors were in such trouble. And he would be, indeed, if he knew who had caused it. But as it was, where was the guarantee that a similar sabotage wouldn't happen in Sorz tomorrow? The security at the Sunset Facility was increased as soon as the information about the Melareth incident was confirmed. But where is the guarantee that this is enough? We'll have to run additional checks on all the maintenance personnel and the garrison's shifts on duty. As well as their replacements.

"And the second news?"

"The good news is that our beloved neighbors have managed to deplete almost the entire resource of their beloved Shoreless Eye to find saboteurs. And now they're feverishly looking for someone to service it for them."

"That's really good news. Hmm... I'll have to think about how to use it. Now for the main thing. What about Ansarg?"

Agatha's face was thoughtful for a moment. Then she spoke slowly and carefully:

"I completed your assignment. Several of my agents were watching him. Very carefully, from afar, not interfering in any way with his actions, just as you ordered. There wasn't much to find out. The Crown Prince has become very suspicious since his return. If not paranoid, which is understandable."

"I got it. Did you notice anything strange? Or unusual?"

"It depends on what you mean. He's changed a lot on the whole. But then again, that's understandable and to be expected after he's found a new class and such a... Though perhaps one detail my agents noted in particular."

"Which one?"

"After his return, the Crown Prince, as far as one can tell, lost interest in women."

The Head of the Secret Guard raised an eyebrow: "What?"

"Not in that sense! I meant that he never took advantage of any of his former slaves or demanded new ones. And he used to have a small harem of his own. Many expected that with the gold he'd gotten in the Wildlands, he'd be willing to kidnap one of the elves of the Dawn Forest. Perhaps one of his captors. Or even organize a full-scale raid. But nothing of the sort. According to my agents' reports, the only woman he's been alone with since his return is his personal Summoned, Miranda."

Agatha's boss drummed his fingers on the table thoughtfully for a few seconds. The information is confirmed by the third agent. It's something to think about.

"Hmm... Given her classes and devotion to the Crown Prince, perhaps she's the only one he feels safe with?"

"I too have come to the same opinion. Here is the agents' report and my conclusions."

The Head of the Secret Guards put aside the outstretched scroll, nodded, and said with a satisfied smile:

"Okay. That's all for now. Now, we can begin to develop your cover."

Most people believed that he patronized Agatha because he wanted another Seductress at his fingertips. The vast majority of people had no idea about her second class, since the same day he accepted her offer ten years ago, she was given a very specific and inconspicuous artifact that allowed her to disguise one of the owner's classes as another. So, to the vast majority of those around her, Agatha's second class was the uncommon Merchant class

Very few people knew about her real second class, and their mouths were bound by more than one magical oath of silence. But to make the infrequent but regular visits to him seem more credible, a cover story was invented that he was using Agatha for "personal purposes". And he took great pleasure in supporting this cover story. Here, under the protection of his office, he had no fear of her class abilities. In addition, he knew them very well, and he recognize immediately even the slightest attempt to use them. In addition, he never took off his protective amulets when he used his agents.

He got up from the table and walked leisurely toward Agatha. She rose from her chair without saying a word and knelt, exposing her third-sized breasts. Still without saying a word, the head of the Secret Guard unzipped his pants and pulled his cock close to the face of the agentess. She obediently opened her mouth and, sticking her tongue out, began to lick the head and then swallowed his cock whole. Exhaling quietly, the Head of the Secret Guard, looking straight into her eyes, put his left hand on the back of Agatha's head and began to control her movements, setting the rhythm.

It was hard to say what gave him more pleasure. The agentess' deft mouth, or the fact that this real snake, who had managed to cut the throats of her kin and many enemies, was forced to please him while kneeling in front of him? Perhaps equally both. It was partly one of the reasons he hadn't given his brainiacs to turn Agatha into a completely submissive and devoted toy for him. The thought of her seething with anger in her soul but having to satisfy him with a submissive face made sex with her much more spicy and enjoyable.

After a few minutes, he poured his semen into her mouth with a soft moan of pleasure. When he was sure she had swallowed everything, he slowly removed his cock, and then waited for Agatha to lick it thoroughly. Only then did he allow her to rise from her knees. He pressed her against him with one hand while he began groping Agatha's breasts with the other. Still looking into her eyes. After playing with her, he pinched her hard nipples and said:

"Dismissed."

Agatha, fixing her dress as if nothing had happened, performed a graceful curtsy: "I serve the Solar King."

Upon leaving the palace where the Solar King's Secret Guards were housed, Agatha immediately boarded her carriage. Two pairs of bodyguards opened the doors for her and helped her inside, where a maid was waiting with everything she needed. Once she was comfortable and closed the door, Agatha used her amulet to activate the carriage's fairly good magical protection and ordered her to go to her mansion in the capital, which had previously belonged to her father. Her bodyguards on horseback accompanied her, two at the front and two at the back. Only after making sure that the protection was working properly did Agatha allow herself to mutter softly:

"Smug son of a bitch."

Then she took the bottle of purifying infusion from the maid's hand. It served to take away some of the taste in her mouth. Wiping her mouth with her handkerchief, Agatha leaned back and closed her eyes. She needed to calm down. Taking a small silver heart-shaped pendant from her waist bag, Agatha began to stroke it. It was the only thing she had ever inherited from her mother that her father had let her keep for his concubine. It was an ordinary silver pendant without a drop of magic, but it always calmed her and gave her strength.

Clutching it in her hand, Agatha took several deep breaths and exhaled. Nothing, let him enjoy it while he could. She would endure as long as she had to. And slowly pick up the keys to his defense. His protection is good, but Agatha is no longer the girl who miraculously managed to get an audience with him ten years ago in a hopeless situation. She was already able to identify some of the charms and amulets he used. And for some of the amulets, she had even been able to find measures to neutralize them. Someday another "cover-up," as he likes to call it, will end with him kneeling before her. Not for the first or last time, after consoling herself with such thoughts, Agatha felt noticeably better. It wasn't that bad. She's had worse. Now she had other things to think about; there was a lot of work to do lately, and now, with this elf creature, there would be even more.

She reached her mansion rather quickly. The good-looking three-story building consisted of three large buildings connected by covered galleries. The central building was the master's building, the left side housing the servants and guards, and the right one had separate living and working quarters for the most high-level and valuable specialists. The mansion was surrounded by a high stone wall and was located in a wealthy area of the city. Middle-class merchants lived here, and several guild offices were located here. The guards at the main gate carefully checked the carriage according to orders and let her inside. Once inside, Agatha immediately felt much more confident. Still, she wasn't a fighter. Her main weapon had always been intelligence. And information. Here, behind high walls, two protective barriers, and guarded by two dozen bodyguards, some of whom were still in her father's service, she could relax a little. Just a little.

Leaving the carriage, Agatha walked quickly up the high steps of the central building. Four of her most highly leveled and loyal bodyguards walked in a semicircle around her, holding enchanted shields and protective amulets at the ready. The maid followed behind them. In the lobby of the manor, Agatha was met by three more maids and her younger half-brother Sartag who like her, was the son of one of her father's concubines. After her little coup, which he had partially helped her pull off, Sartag had taken over the family business in his father's stead. He was a smart kid, having inherited his father's business acumen. Without him, Agatha would hardly have been able to keep the family business afloat when the partners and competitors had already divided it among themselves.

"Welcome back, Sister. Is everything all right?"

"More than that."

"Shall I order the dining room to be set up?"

"No, we'll have lunch in my office. We have a lot to do."

"Okay."

Twenty minutes later, Agatha was sitting at the large round conference table in her office, studying the documents her brother had submitted. As she looked over the reports from Sartag, who was sitting in the chair across from her, she made notes and commented on them briefly:

"Good. Deny here. We can give these an extension, but no more than a week. These can be paid for with goods. Don't sell it for less than 300. We should find another supplier for these supplies. The current one's too expensive. I don't want to do business with these because, according to my information, their owner has serious debts. That's all for now. Anything else?"

Sartag shook his head: "Nothing else for now. Unless... Your special order. Are you sure about it? It's a lot of money."

"Not even up for discussion," Agatha replied sharply.

"Just trust me, Sartag, it's necessary."

"Whatever you say, Sister. But then I'll have to cut back on some of our personal expenses next month."

"It's up to you. But the order must be ready on time."

"The contractor guarantees it. Of course, for that kind of money."

Agatha mentally agreed with her brother. The services of an experienced Dream Master were not cheap. But after she had learned the circumstances of the elves' kidnapping of the Crown Prince in detail, Agatha was determined to strengthen the family estate's defenses against this extremely insidious and dangerous realm.

"Then, unless there's anything else urgent, I suggest we eat lunch."

"Agree."

Agatha picked up a small bell and rang it demandingly. At the same second, the study doors opened, and three maids came in with trays, pitchers, and glasses. When the doors closed behind them, Agatha activated the cabinet's defenses, which cut off all sound, among other things. Meanwhile, the maids, dressed in black and white dresses that looked more like the robes of love priestesses, began to set the table. The skirts were only two palms long, revealing a complete lack of underwear, and the necklines of the dresses did not hide their breasts at all.

The old-timers on the estate would easily recognize the older of the three as the official wife of Agatha's father and the younger as her daughters. Looking at them, Agatha couldn't help but smirk a little. Seeing them in the role in which her mother had lived her entire life gave her great aesthetic pleasure. Sartag was in complete solidarity with her in that regard. As the servant relatives finished setting the table, he embraced the older of the two sisters with a satisfied smile and sat the older of the two sisters on his lap, nuzzling her breasts. After that, he made her get under the table. She only giggled stupidly in response. Agatha didn't lag behind her brother, and taking her father's ex-wife by the hand, made her get under the table and kneel in front of her. Then she pulled up the skirt of her homemade dress and threw her legs over her stepmother's shoulders. After a moment, she felt her tongue between her legs and squirmed contentedly. The third of the maids stood modestly by the table, ready to fulfill any wish of her masters.

"Bon appetit, Sister."

"You too."

Such "family" meals had become a good tradition for her and Sartag soon after they took over the family. At first, Agatha wanted to make her stepmother, her sister, her daughters, and other relatives into free whores for domestic servants and guards, but Sartag persuaded her to keep them for personal use only. Agatha eventually agreed with him. After they'd been fucked by all the servants, either she or Sartag would be squeamish about taking any of them to bed. Taking a sip of wine, Agatha moaned unashamedly.

During her years as a sex toy, the stepmother had improved her tongue skills considerably. Sartag had already cum in his stepsister's mouth with a loud groan, and now he was more interested in eating. He never let her out from under the table. Closing her eyes, Agatha squeezed her thighs together, squeezing her stepmother's head. She took the hint and worked her tongue even harder, soon bringing Agatha to the peak of pleasure. After showering her face with love juices, the agentess panted a little, then let her stepmother out from under the skirt of her dress and, with a push of her leg, made her lie down on the floor. After, she threw off her shoes and put her bare feet on her stepmother's breasts, rubbing her nipples with her toes. Only after she was able to concentrate on the food. The rest of the meal passed in a relaxed atmosphere. She chatted with Sartag about all sorts of trivia and discussed various rumors and gossip. When the meal was finished, the younger brother wiped off and stood from behind the table with a satisfied look.

"You'll come tonight?"

"Not today, I'm busy. I can do it tomorrow."

"I'll look forward to it."

"Sartag!"

"What?"

"Ahem."

"Oh, damn."

The younger brother was almost out of the study, having forgotten to button his pants. With a giggle, Agatha gave the maid a command to clear the table. As they cleaned up and left the study, she smiled weakly. It was still nice to have someone who genuinely loved you, cared for you, and worried about you. She'd had warm feelings for Sartag since she was a child. A rightless bastard like her, who no one cared much about. They had played together when they were little, and then their feelings had grown into a strong friendship and then something more. She hadn't seduced him. It had all happened on its own. Without Sartag's support, Agatha wouldn't have survived. Nor is he without her. There are only slightly fewer people who want to get rid of Sartag than there are who want to get rid of her. Several times he'd nearly died, and once, she'd miraculously saved him from death. Literally. He'd had a cunning address curse lifted by a high-level priest of the Sun, whose services had cost her dearly.

Sighing, Agatha pushed the unpleasant thoughts away, then made sure that all of the office's defenses were activated and began to sort through the reports she'd received from her agents and the reports of her assistants. She had started weaving her web before she had even gotten her first class. Now, in addition to her many informants in different cities and countries, she had a well-coordinated team of a couple of analysts, a detective, a few lurkers, and an elderly twenty-second-level Seer woman. The old woman was not the most pleasant character, demanding a lot of money on her allowance and quite expensive consumables, but she worked them off to a large extent. Agatha had been waiting for her granddaughter to take her place, who had inherited her grandmother's gift for clairvoyance and had already taken the first class. Agatha had invested a lot of energy and money in her education.

One of the features of Agatha's second class was that she could "read" her agents' reports even over very long distances, provided they wrote them specifically for her. Of course, her agents used special paper and ink for this purpose. And, of course, all secret reports were encrypted. Except for those that were written to be read by Agatha's subordinates who worked in a neighboring building of the mansion. The paperwork took up the rest of the day. The sun was long past the horizon when Agatha finished the last report and leaned back in her chair with pleasure.

Damn it, she missed dinner again. And now there was no time. She still had one very important thing left to do tonight. It's more than a pleasant case, though. After carefully stowing all the documents in their tubes and sealing them, Agatha left her office, activating the signal protection, and headed for her bedroom. The maids, who were slumbering in the hallway, rushed after their mistress, but she gestured for them to go back to sleep. They understood at once, bowed, and left.

After locking the door to her rather large and richly furnished bedroom and reflexively making sure that all the defenses were working, Agatha took her time undressing. When she was fully undressed, she walked over to the couch where her favorite "toy" was curled up asleep.

"Wake up, my darling. I'm back."

The dark elfess lying on the couch yawned sweetly and stretched, showing off her slender, trained body, which, as they say in Sorz, was wearing only sunlight and a pair of rather expensive jewelry. One was a filigree-carved silver collar necklace, and the other was a small gold ring. Beneath the elven woman's velvety black skin, iron muscles rolled distinctly as she stretched. Tossing aside a luxurious waterfall of straight white hair down to the middle of her back, she opened her eyes and stared at Agatha with puppy-like joy.

"Mistress! You're back! Titty missed you!"

And then she went for a hug. Agatha grinned and stroked her head.

"I missed you, too, my darling."

"Are we gonna play today? Titty wants to play!"

"Of course. But first, you need to be prepared."

"Yes, yes, Titty loves it when Mistress gets Titty ready to play!"

Taking the dark elf by the hand, who was smiling and dancing happily, Agatha led her to her dressing table, where there were many vials. Taking one of them with a special oil, she began to gently rub it on the body of the purring elf. Especially carefully rubbing it into her D-sized breasts, which had been significantly enlarged with the help of special alchemy, and into her crotch. The oil, in addition to its cosmetic and moisturizing effect, also increased sensitivity. Especially the erogenous zones. Making sure that Tiatremia, renamed Titty by Agatha, was thoroughly rubbed in all places, she dragged the giggling elfess into bed. All the laundry would have to be thoroughly washed, but that was a small thing. Laying her toy on her side, she snuggled up to her from behind and cooed in her ear:

"I miss you so much, my darling. I'm so tired, so much to do..."

Agatha caressed the dark elf with her hands and began to complain to her about her fate. She complained about her fate, about her bastard boss, about her hated rivals in the family business, about her hard and very ungrateful job. Titty only moaned and nodded her long-eared head, not paying attention to what her mistress was saying. Gradually, Agatha complained less and less to the dark elf about her fate and more and more focused on her magnificent body. The agentess's tender and skillful fingers were kneading the two huge hemispheres, squeezing and gently tugging the cherries of her nipples. The palm of her other hand slid over her flat tummy, savoring the velvety skin. Now and then, Agatha's fingers moved lower, reaching down to the small triangle of snow-white hair.

The experienced Seductress knew how to pleasure her partner, no matter what sex they were. Agatha smiled predatorily and dug her lips into Titty's neck, giving her a hickey. Breathing heavily, the dark elf was out of breath from the pleasure, only trying to press herself harder against Agatha and keep her hand down at her passionate bosom. But the agent was in no hurry to bring her toy to orgasm, deliberately bringing her to the peak of pleasure and then weakening her caresses. Only after playing with her, Agatha sharply twisted her nipples, pressed on the bead of her clitoris, and at the same time took in her mouth a sharp ear almost the entire length. With a loud scream, Titty cummed, splattering the bed with her love juices.

Satisfied, Agatha rolled the dark elf over onto her back and laid on top of her, kissing her mouth. Titty didn't react, just breathed heavily and languidly stroked her mistress on her back and a little lower. Agatha, on the other hand, was diligently exploring the elf's mouth with her tongue. Gradually she caught her breath and began to respond to the kiss, penetrating Agatha's mouth with her tongue. They lay like that for quite a while, enjoying each other's warmth and the scent of the mixture of female sweat, scented oil, and heated bodies. Finally, Agatha pulled away, kissed Titty's lips affectionately, and whispered:

"How wonderful you are, my sweet Titty. I adore you so much!"

"Mistress..."

"Sleep, my darling. Sweet dreams."

The dark elf purred contentedly, making herself comfortable and snuggling even closer to Agatha. Soon, she fell asleep on Agatha's chest. Agatha smiled contentedly as she ruffled the snow-white hair of her toy while she stroked with her thumb the small gold ring on the index finger of her left hand. Very similar to the one on Titty's finger. A very interesting ring.

* * *

Three years ago, she accidentally got her hands on a very unusual set of artifacts. Her agents had bought it from a well-known merchant who was also a fence for stolen goods. He, despite his extensive experience, didn't seem to realize what he had gotten his hands on. It was three gold rings without any jewelry, ornaments, or inscriptions. However, it was not surprising the merchant did not recognize their true essence. All the rings, two of which were artifacts of epic rank and one of legendary rank, had a very specific disguise of a very good level. To recognize their true essence, one had to possess either a suitable class of a high enough level or a powerful enough scanning artifact. Or, to be a woman of certain classes and also of high enough levels.

Actually, that's how her agent, or rather agentess, had noticed them. Her level was not high enough to understand the true essence of the rings, but it was enough to understand they were not simple jewelry. So she decided to buy them and gave them to the artifact specialist Agatha used for testing. He gave his verdict: they were just ordinary rings, definitely, not worth the money the agent had paid for them. She got a scolding, resented it, and went with her purchase to her boss. And now Agatha, when she saw them, did not drop her jaw to the floor only thanks to her vast experience. After thoroughly questioning the agent where she had gotten them, Agatha immediately sent two teams to investigate where the rings had come from. The latter, for a certain amount of gold, pointed out a small but well-coordinated gang of thieves. Where they got them from, the merchant didn't know. He didn't understand why they were so interested in the rings.

Unfortunately for Agatha, when her men got on the trail of the thieves, they were already dead. Another robbery, by pure coincidence, goes wrong, and the provincial nobleman's guards had killed them all. Further searches came to a dead end, and Agatha regretfully gave up trying to find out the origin of the rings. Why were they so interesting? Because they had some very interesting properties.

The first of the rings did nothing at first glance but increase the sensitivity and excitability of the wearer. The second was more interesting. It allowed the bearer to hear, see, and partially feel everything that the bearer of the first ring saw, heard, and felt. The degree to which the sensations were transmitted depended on several factors, but the main one was how long the rings had been worn by the same persons. But the most interesting was the third ring. It allowed the wearer to influence the wearers of the other two rings in a certain way. It was a weak and almost undetectable mental influence, but it had a powerful cumulative effect, which increased depending on how long the persons affected had worn the first two rings.

A very unusual and very expensive complex artifact, clearly created by a very skilled artifactor for a specific purpose. Realizing what she had gotten her hands on, Agatha thought hard about how it could be used. There were many options, all of them interesting. But everything was limited by the specifics of the artifact.

It was easy to plant a ring on a victim, but how to make her wear it all the time? While Agatha puzzled over it and made plans on how to take advantage of the gift of fortune, the Goddess of Fortune smiled at her again. A couple of Agatha's highest-level agents managed to identify the dark elf scout operating in Sorz territory without him even realizing it. It happened by pure chance and to the great surprise of the agents themselves. They just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Unlike their relatives from the Dawn Forest, the underground big-eared creatures were not frequent guests in the land of the sun-worshippers for obvious reasons. The Dark Elves did not favor the celestial light, and the Sorzians did not like to go into the Underworld. So the agents urgently requested further instructions.

As soon as Agatha read that report, a plan was born in her mind. It was daring and risky, but if it succeeded, it promised incredible prospects. She had to act quickly and without a margin for error. Agatha did not spare a couple of disposable artifacts from her personal stocks, one of which was of epic rank, but the result was worth it. An elven scout, level thirty-eight, a rare Scout class of the same name, and an epic Dungeon Blade had been taken alive and almost without a fight. An excellent prize for which Agatha would have easily gotten quite a bit of money. But she had other plans for the eared one.

When the dark elf was brought to her mansion in the strictest secrecy, shackled and sedated with special alchemy, Agatha took action. The scout was placed in a special room in the basement. But instead of standard interrogation procedures or brainwashing, she used all her talent as a Seductress and a little bit of alchemy.

At first, the son of the Dungeons was reluctant to even speak to the "Sorz whore," but Agatha was gentle and persistent at the same time. It wasn't easy to "read" the dark elf, but she did it. She turned herself inside out, for which she received a two-point increase in class skills, which spoke a lot. The key to Drow was his dislike of his bosses. The skillful warrior and scout were pissed off by his low position in the hierarchy compared to even those women who were below him in level and class grade. It was a wonder his female relatives hadn't noticed it in him and nipped it in the bud. As far as Agatha knew, dark-elven women tried to crush any manifestations of disobedience on the part of their men. There were exceptions, of course, but for the most part, dark elves were very subservient when it came to their women.

The rest was a matter of technique and class skills. Sincere sympathy, admiration for his skills, abilities, and manliness (and Agatha wasn't lying here, the dark elf called Ziadar was really very handsome), and subtle hints that he deserved to be treated differently. After only two days, the captive began to look at her very differently. Four days later, she seduced him after all. A human woman. A dark elf. With the bare minimum of alchemy and no active skills. Just charm and an understanding of male psychology. Something to be proud of.

The system agreed with Agatha, boosting two more class skills and a level. Ziadar, on the other hand, had gone off the rails, pouncing on the agent like a hungry beast. Afterward, Agatha had to admit that she'd never had sex so violently before. She was even tempted to keep Drow because he was so good in bed. Even oral sex, which Agatha hated, didn't disgust her. Probably because he was willingly polishing her slit, too.

In total, they'd been tumbling for almost two days. And if for the dark one, it was two days of pure pleasure with breaks for sleep and food, Agatha found it much more difficult. She had to not only fuck her lover but also gradually lead him to the thoughts she needed. And also, at night, when he fell asleep, not without the help of light sleeping pills, to do her other things, which nobody canceled. She had to drink stimulating alchemy, but the results were worth it. Agatha had managed to gently indoctrinate Ziadar with the thoughts she needed. That his matriarch didn't appreciate him at all. That he deserved better. And Agatha could help him. No, no, she's not asking him to betray his people. But she is offering him something else. She has a way to influence his matriarch and make the arrogant dark bitch finally appreciate her best scout and an excellent warrior. What's wrong with her helping him get what he's already long deserved?

Agatha will have a valuable source of information. No, of course, she wouldn't use it against his house. What good would it do her since her source of information would be discovered very quickly? Rival houses are another matter. What's wrong with a couple or two of their operations falling through? It would only benefit the House of Ziadar. Then again, Agatha's willing to share back information in return. She too, has plenty of rivals and enemies, some of whom the dark elves have a grudge against. It's a win-win for everyone. Agatha will help Ziadar improve his position and potentially even become the matriarch's favorite. In return, he'll help her increase her influence and get rid of several competitors. What's wrong with that? As a sign of her goodwill, she doesn't even try to ask Ziadar what exactly he was doing in Sorz.

In the end, the dark elf completely agreed with her on everything. And with great enthusiasm. The idea of becoming the matriarch's favorite and lover appealed to the dark one. Agatha then outlined her plan to him. He would have to return to his own and make it look like he had figured out a rather important spy of Sorz. And through her, he found out about the spy's boss - Agatha, a rather influential figure in the hierarchy of the Secret Guard of Sorz. After that, he destroyed the spy and also took away two interesting artifact rings, which she had obtained for her mistress, but had not had time to inform her about it yet.

Then, Ziadar should carefully propose to infiltrate a spy for Agatha using the rings. Especially since he's learned that Agatha is looking for a plaything among the dark elves. Not from their own House, of course. But they can carefully "leak" her someone from a rival House. Through a frontman, of course. Some bribed human adventurers. Along with a ring as a bonus to the purchase. Perfect. They'll hear and see everything the agentess' new toy sees and hears. And she will undoubtedly hear and see a lot. Since what's the point of hiding something from a living toy with a completely brainwashed mind? She'll get no more attention than a pet dog. It is worth hinting that it is better if the operation will be supervised personally by the matriarch. To avoid leakage and loss of such a valuable source of information, which no other than the Dark Mother herself directs into their hands.

After hearing her plan, the dark elf became enthusiastic and confirmed that the plan was feasible. And Agatha, with the help of secretly installed scanning artifacts in the room, got confirmation that he really sincerely believed in what he was saying. After that, they talked about various small and large details for a long time. The next day, the guest, about whom no one knew anything except Agatha and her two agents (Agatha was not too worried about the agents, given the number of oaths and magical contracts she had bound them to), left her mansion.

And for the agentess the two most difficult months of her life began. It wasn't until Elf was already gone that she belatedly thought she was taking too many risks. Too much where the plan could go wrong. Yes, if successful, she had incredible prospects before her, but what if something went wrong? What if the Dark Ones didn't believe Ziadar and gave him a biased test? In that case, she'd better have time to drink a vial of poison that killed not only the body but also the soul very quickly.

The two months had felt like an eternity to her had been like a lifetime. The effort it took to keep up the mask that everything was fine was beyond words. But apparently, the Goddess of Fortune had really paid attention to her. Because two months later, she received a message from Ziadar that everything was going according to plan, and she would soon receive an interesting offer. And so it happened. Through one of the agents, she was informed that some of the remaining personalities had something that might interest Agatha. This "something" turned out to be a twenty-second-level dark elfess with a rare class called Scout.

At that moment, the agentess was more relieved than she had been since the day the head of the Secret Guard had accepted her offer of cooperation. Agatha had bought the elf for a considerable sum, which had displeased Sartag, who had to patch up another hole in the family budget. However, the younger brother immediately thawed when Agatha promised to let him play with his new acquisition. The deal went through without incident, and the satisfied sellers gave the agent's representatives a nice bonus in the form of a very interesting ring.

What happened next was routine. The proud, long-eared underground bitch was given to a specialist who knew a lot about elves. They had to pay a lot of money again, but it was worth it. Agatha got back an absolutely faithful, obedient, and very skillful in-bed slave. Which she tried out in bed the same evening with Sartag. Having, of course, first put the ring on her. As soon as it was on the dark finger of the giggling elf, Agatha mentally shrieked with glee. Through her third ring, she could feel another dark elf somewhere far away. She, in turn, sensed everything Titty had seen, and all of them were in tense anticipation. The crucial part of the plan had come.

And Agatha performed it masterfully, putting on a real show for her distant audience so they would have no doubt how valuable a prize she had gotten her hands on. Very quickly, the matriarch, who was watching her through the ring, became convinced that Agatha was indeed a very valuable source of information, just as Ziadar had told her. Moreover, as it turned out, she liked to complain to her new toy about her hard life. Or talk to her brother in her presence about important things. She's brainwashed to the point of absolute whiteness, and there's no danger from her.

And so began the weaving of this most complex web of Agatha's life. Very carefully, very carefully, she leaked information through her toy to the matriarch of House Diordan, Shelsalana, a forty-fourth level, legendary grade class of the same name and an epic Intriguer. The action had to be taken very carefully so the information was valuable enough on the one hand and in no way could lead to Agatha on the other. Since she didn't want to be on the radar of the Sorz Secret Guard as a suspect. She knew all too well what her father's compatriots did with spies. And it wasn't easy, but Agatha could handle it.

And at the same time, she began to suggest through her ring the necessary thoughts to the self-confident dark bitch, who thought that the stupid human spy had fallen into her web without noticing it. She had to act very cautiously and in a measured way. It was impossible to hurry. After all, the protection of the Matriarch of the whole House could not be bad. But several factors played their part here. First, the deceptive weakness of Agatha's ring. Second, the fact that the matriarch carried her second ring with her at all times and thus, in fact, took it out of the way of most of the defenses herself.

The matriarch's first thought, not her own, was to thank Ziadar for such a valuable source of information. She did not make him a favorite right away, but she rewarded him somewhat more generously than she had originally planned. Then she decided to bring him closer to her, as one of her lovers. And suddenly she realized that it was with him that she particularly liked sex. Understandably, he could not help but understand why such a change in his life had taken place. The confirmation was a harmless code phrase he whispered in the ear of his matriarch during another coitus, hoping Agatha would hear it. She heard it.

Then, very gradually, the matriarch ceased to be disgusted by the sensations of sex with a human woman, which was broadcast to her through Titty's ring, which she was forced to tolerate for the sake of obtaining truly valuable information about Sorz. Then, imperceptibly, she began to feel pleasure from it. A pleasant sense of the piquancy of what was going on began to emerge. She did not notice how she began to look forward to the next "session". And even slowly began to increase the degree of sensations transmitted by the ring.

And Agatha was doing her best not to disappoint her future agent, who had no idea she was being recruited. Or should one say, being draped in a spider's web, hehe? Especially since the longer the arrogant fool wore the ring, the more influence Agatha gained over her and the more information she could read off of her. She already knew her classes and levels, as well as her characteristics, perks, and quite a few of her titles. Also, her preferences in bed. It was a pity she couldn't watch her through the ring all the time. Intuition told Agatha it was one thing to simply read information from the ring bearer and gently indoctrinate her with the right thoughts. It is quite another to actively monitor her when you see and hear through the eyes and ears of the host. This can detect, if not recognize, the anomalous activity of the ring.

Only when the Matriarch was alone she risked "connecting" to her. A couple of times it brought extremely useful information. At that moment, the matriarch was engaged in personal correspondence with her compatriots. That's okay. For now, Agatha has had enough of the information she gets through Ziadar. Since the matriarch's new lover also liked to talk about different things after sex with his mistress. Just like Agatha with her Titty. Some of those conversations came in very handy for Agatha, especially when it came to some dark elf operations in Sorz's territory or its neighbors. It was even a shame that Ziadar had recently been sent on another mission, and she wouldn't be able to get any information through him anytime soon. Nor will she be able to feel through the ring as he fucks his haughty mistress.

With a sad sigh, Agatha closed her eyes, "connecting" to the matriarch. Drow was alone in her chambers at the moment or, rather, lying on the bed, enjoying herself to the fullest. Agatha grinned mentally. The ring didn't convey to the matriarch the full extent of what Titty was feeling. About a third or so, maybe a little more. It was enough to get her very aroused but not enough to reach the peak of her pleasure without help. So the dark elf had to clench the sheet with her teeth, crumple her breasts, C-size, and fondle herself with the polished phallus of some monster's horn.

With quiet gloating, Agatha activated one of the ring's abilities that had become available to her relatively recently. It was something that prevented the dark elf from reaching orgasm. After watching her through the ring for a few minutes and enjoying her torment, Agatha sent her desired thought-image through the ring. Just then the long-eared bitch fantasized that she was being fucked by one of her elf lovers, but it was to no avail. Mentally cursing, she rolled over onto her other side and imagined she was being fondled by Agatha. That it was Schelsalana who was in Titty's place. And literally, instantly Agatha remove the block, soon allowing the quietly moaning dark one to sprinkle her juices on the sheets. Smiling contentedly, Agatha "disconnected" from her. Drow wouldn't notice how soon she would be dreaming of being Agatha's plaything. With these extremely pleasant thoughts, the agentess fell asleep in the arms of her faithful eared toy.

* * *

The small forest near the Boundary Town had a notorious reputation, and deservedly so. Despite the fact that the city itself has long been no frontier, and people have long ago pushed the border of the Wild Lands from it, mastering the adjacent lands. The reason was simple. In the middle of a small stunted forest were the ruins of a temple or castle, built who knows when and by whom. The ruins had been searched over and over again by all kinds of adventurers and looters, and everything of any value had been taken out and looted. All that remains are the gray stones, the semi-collapsed lower floors, and the residual curse.

Over the centuries, it had weakened, losing its former power, but it had become ingrained in the stones of the building and the ground on which it stood, poisoning its surroundings little by little. It could have been removed, but it would have cost a great deal to clean it out. Which was unlikely to pay off, since the land around the accursed ruins was clayey and infertile, and the trees were stunted and unfit for firewood. And even then, it was not advisable to use them even for the furnace, let alone to cook food on them. In a word, it was clearly not worth the trouble.

So the locals limited themselves to the fact that every couple of years, one of the Sun priests from the main temple of Boundary Town would come to the ruins and conduct a cleansing ritual, which somewhat weakened the curse, preventing it from growing further. After that, everyone forgot about the bad place for the next year or two. It was for this reason that Anthea had chosen this place as her refuge long ago. If someone attentive and high-leveled enough would dare to search the ruins, they would have a chance of finding another large enough floor beneath the lower floors of the structure. Or rather, an entire underground complex with living quarters, a well, a canteen, warehouses, centers for ritual magic, divination, and a couple of workshops. All of this was arranged to exist as autonomously as possible. All consumables were delivered through a narrowly-directed portal that led to the basement of a provincial town's shop in another country.

Of course, the place was carefully camouflaged, and it wasn't easy to find, even if no one would interfere. And Anthea would have. Thankfully, she had plenty of opportunities. However, no one with even a chance of discovering her hiding place had been around for a long time, so Anthea could go about her business in relative peace. At the moment, she was sitting in a comfortable chair behind a huge table. She could safely be described as attractive. Not beautiful, but quite pretty. Chubby, but not lacking in femininity, and nice roundness in all the right places. Her skin, seldom sun-kissed, was white, and her brown hair was thick, tucked into a bun at the nape of her neck. Her face was quite pretty, with plump lips, thick cheeks, and a neat nose. She wore practically no makeup.

Anthea threw her legs wide apart on the table and moaned softly in pleasure as the naked dark elf knelt in front of her, licking her slit diligently. A small gold ring glowed faintly on the index finger of her right hand. Her mood was excellent, and not only because of the skillful tongue and soft lips of her dark lover. A puppet so long and carefully nurtured would soon begin to bear fruit. It took a lot of effort, time, and nerves to raise a simply talented girl into what Agatha is today. Especially when you consider that she had to act secretly, through the other puppets and the only "mother's" jewelry, in the form of a silver heart. In which they had not a drop of magic, yeah, sure. And even so, with all of Anthea's experience and skill, the girl almost managed to fuck it up a few times.

To be fair, the other girls and boys Anthea had staked on for her introduction to the Sorz turned out to be useless even earlier. Only two would-be puppets made a difference, of which Agatha was the more promising. Through her, Anthea is already considered to have influence over the matriarch of one of the dark elven houses. And soon, she would also influence the second person in Sorz. All she needs to do is understand the defenses of this cautious bastard and make a personal piece of jewelry for him. Like those pretty rings, she slipped to Agatha. It hadn't even occurred to the girl that where there were three, there were four rings. In fact, thanks to the fourth ring that was now on Anthea's finger, this and other thoughts would not occur to her.

In fact, the Dark Elves were a surprise, even to Anthea herself. When this charming young man with an incredibly skillful tongue had chosen the ruins above her dwelling as a temporary shelter, she had at first suspected a provocation. But after she was convinced, with the help of her visionary puppets, that he was really acting alone, she couldn't help but take advantage of it.

She had to spend a legendary slavemancing artifact of her own making, which would now take a very long time to recharge, but it was worth it. To be fair, the eared one had been trained to work in Sorz, and if Anthea hadn't kept the whole damned forest under vigilant control, he had a good chance of going unnoticed. After treating Ziadar first with her artifact and then placing him in the hands of a puppet-mentalist who had done a good job on his memory, she allowed herself a day's rest in his arms. And the eared one turned out to be quite good in bed. Anthea even seriously considered making him a close puppet. But not now.

To begin with, she planted the three rings to Agatha. Then she led her agents to Ziadar. The rest was child's play to get her to think about the big-eared boy. Of course, she had to sweat a lot, remaking the rings for Agatha and the dark elf. Originally they were prepared for other purposes. Though remaking them in a hurry, for the owner of the epic class Artifactor-Jeweler, the legendary classes Corruptress and Mistress of the Web as well as the title of Heroine of Corrupting Gifts, this is not an impossible task. Yes, it took the effort to conceal from the dark bitches the fact, Ziadar was no longer devoted to them, but her little gift in the form of a cloak fastener did the job well.

Of course, Anthea was still a long way from her mentress, let alone the one who had taught her, but she had already surpassed the level of her first work. At the thought of the one who had taught her everything she knew and could do, Anthea shuddered involuntarily. The death of her beloved mentress had made a lasting impression on her. Anthea had miraculously escaped death and had been forced into hiding for decades. She hadn't stopped doing so, acting only through puppets since then. And the vast majority of them she used blind, so they didn't even realize they had a puppeteer. Exceptions like Ziadar and a few other close puppets were very rare. With a shake of her head, Anthea pushed away the sad thoughts and simultaneously "disconnected" from Agatha and the dark elf she was treating. Then she focused on the brave dark elf scout who had been sent on another mission to Sorz. And, of course, he had chosen a ruin in the middle of a cursed forest as his hideout.

After interrupting his caresses, Anthea freed herself from the dress, laid the dark one on the table, and climbed on top of him, guiding his ready cock inside, which he had prepared perfectly. When she felt his flesh inside her, she moaned and savored the sensation for a few seconds, then began to move her hips slowly. Ziadar caught her rhythm instantly and reached out his hands to squeeze her breasts, kneading and twisting her nipples. As Anthea became more and more aroused, she increased her rhythm, feeling herself close to release. Ziadar, breathing heavily, continued to caress her breasts, twisting, pinching, and pulling the hardened cherries of her nipples. After a moment, she moaned loudly and slowly lowered herself onto her lover, who began stroking her back. Moaning contentedly, she ran her tongue over his face, licking away the droplets of sweat, then bit his long ear.

"Good boy..."

She climbed off the dark elf, who was still lying on the table. Standing in front of him, Anthea put her hand on his cock, which had a small silver ring at its base, preventing him from cumming. With a sly smile, Anthea began to move her hand slowly, gradually increasing the pace. Breathing heavily, Ziadar bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. With a giggle, Anthea took the small polished onyx toy in her other hand and guided it between the eared one's buttocks. Feeling it enter him, Ziadar moaned:

"Mistress... please..."

"Bear it!"

After a little more torture, she took mercy on him and deactivated the ring on his cock. At the same moment, a tight stream of semen shot upward, coating Anthea's chest and chin, to the dark elf's shriek of pleasure.

"Tsk-tsk. What a bad boy, you got me dirty."

"I apologize, ma'am! I'll fix it!"

The huddled dark elf got off the table and began to lick Anthea thoroughly with his tongue. She giggled and stroked his white hair. The funny thing was, she hadn't taught him how to do it. The dark-eared bitches had already done it all for her. When Ziadar finished cleaning, Anthea activated the communication amulet in the form of a ruby ring. A few seconds later, an athletically built young man with a mop of blond hair, gray eyes, and not a single hair on his body walked into the office. He was dressed only in sandals and a golden collar-necklace with rubies, as it was warm enough in Anthea's sanctuary. He stopped beside his mistress, who was the meaning of his life, and bowed gracefully:

"What can I do for you, mistress?"

"Gear, take Zee to his room and feed him. You can play with him a little, but then make sure he's cleaned up. He'll be leaving tomorrow morning, so make sure his gear is ready."

The young man who had been casting hungry glances at the naked handsome elf swallowed and licked his lips.

"It will be done, mistress!"

He took the obedient big-eared boy by the hand and rushed to fulfill the task. His soldier was already ready for battle. Agatha chuckled softly as she looked at them. She always enjoyed playing pranks on her puppets. Especially if one of the puppets was not yet fully processed and was not eager to learn about hard male friendship. Okay, well, she is rested. Now it's time to get back to work.

Anthea didn't put on a dress, just a long nightgown of white silk. As she sat down at her desk, she used her cleansing wand and then began pulling sheets of parchment in small handwriting from the drawers and spreading them out in front of her. Detailed dossiers on humans and non-humans, with levels, classes, titles, habits, and personality traits. Her potential, current, or "manufactured" puppets. One dossier stood out among them, which took up four sheets. Three of which, filled from edge to edge, were crossed out crosswise, and the fourth was almost blank.

Taking the blank sheet, Anthea bit her lip. When she'd learned months ago that the elves had managed to kidnap the Crown Prince, she'd been ready to tear her hair out in anger. All that hard work and all for nothing. She'd gotten close enough to the insolent boy. And all her efforts had been undone by a single unknown creature. Or, more to the point, the boy's desire for a new bed toy. It's like he didn't have enough girls to fulfill his every whim! She almost turned Gear into a drooling vegetable, but she cooled down in time to bring the poor boy back to normal.

But then circumstances took an unexpected turn. The Crown Prince was returned for a handsome ransom, and he made a move. What a move! Anthea didn't believe the reports at first, but when she was sure they were true, she roared with anticipation. A mythical class, and what a class! No, she had to get one for herself. She should even seriously consider having a child with him.

But it was easier said than done. Because the boy's character had changed completely, and the detailed dossier she had been compiling for years was now good for nothing more than firewood. And he had not changed for the better. The Crown Prince had become even more suspicious and withdrawn, which made matters much more difficult. And as if she didn't have enough problems, everyone began to stretch their dirty hands to him. And not just the closest neighbors. So, we'd have to deal with the competition as well. Sighing sadly, Anthea pouted. That's the way it always is. As soon as a handsome young man appeared, all sorts of female competitors, and sometimes even male competitors, appeared next to him as if out of nowhere. But for a prize like that, it's definitely worth fighting for.

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Thirty-one pages. I think that's my record. Omak isn't purely hentai, but there are plenty of lemons.

P.S. I think someone already wrote an omake about the chief of the Sorz KGB, so I made this character as impersonal as possible.

P.P.S. And it all started out as an idea about a KGB officer who fucks a subordinate who slowly brainwashes him...

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Avada Kadavra: It's become a habit to let out a delighted shriek after reading your Omaks. It's gorgeous, really, really gorgeous. The volume and speed of your writing already make me feel inferior, while sincerely regretting my inability to repay the favor (it's the same stuff, only now with a hospital flavor, yes).

Canon concentration is about 99.7 percent, and it's starting to get a little scary. Omak fits so clearly into the Lore that I'm getting paranoid. It seems as if Brinar is somewhere nearby, has access to my desk and computer, reads my own notes in secret, and laughs slyly in the process :)

Apparently, the state of my psyche is starting to deteriorate.

Well, seriously, it's a very good hit on a few previously unreported aspects and features. Because of this, the edits to the omak should be maximum cosmetic but not logical.

To begin with, I already have one of Ansarg's planned but not yet rolled branches where he'll be hunted by the trio of high-level Hypnotist, Corraptrix, and Seductress, aided by a slightly higher level Ritualist/Metamag subjugated in an obvious way. The are all between 40-42, work out of Neitmac, and are considered the elite of the elite in their field.

This group could very well be replaced by sticking the magnificent four somewhere else and to a different branch of events or by adding another brainiac power described in the omak. In fact, there was nothing in this omak that couldn't be called impossible in canon. The only difference is the actual little things, which are easy to say that they just weren't mentioned in the omak.

Only that the head of SS Sorz has been sketched out by me as a slightly slimmer copy of Dijkstra from the Geralt books. But that's really a small thing, which I easily change and declare the omak canonical.

Now for the funniest part. Judging by her level and the capabilities she demonstrates, Anthea is somewhere between a student of HK or a student of a student of HK, but then one of the best. This is if you tie her to HK at all, for though he left his mark, such that much of the knowledge and tricks in the field of depravity are only part of his legacy, he was not the only one who moved the world.

The mechanics of the subtle brain specialist in the person of Agatha are very well shown, and also an extremely timely introduction of Anthea. Otherwise, I would have already started screaming non-canon.

Because you, Brinar, willingly or not, are extremely clearly caught up in the concept of the Drow.

Dark elves are extremely suspicious and paranoid fellows for whom betrayal and deception are a fact of life. They are also somewhat easier to mentally manipulate and seduce (compared to their light counterparts, not ordinary 'ummies). In return, they have the racial counterpart of Ygra's ability, gradual removal, leveling, or bypassing of any bookmarks, compulsions, triggers, or even imposed contracts (as well as those voluntarily accepted).

Their society is such that they have incomparably more younglings than their light counterparts - the same crap about replacing Stars with Darkness has increased their fertility by leaps and bounds. Adult Drow hardly ever kills each other in their intrigues. They just set each other up, curse each other, and bind each other with dirt or mental/seductive techniques. Still, kill a hundred and fifty times more often than elves kill elves, but rarely, very rarely. They realize that if they continue the games of thrones, they'll all be over quickly.

A typical small and mediocre House (comparable to a mediocre Dwarf Clan or a separate Human Principality in combat/social/productive potential) consists of 15-25 elves of Senior Branch, 125-200 Drow, 4000-5000 thousand close slaves and servants, and 20000-35000 thousand meat slaves, regularly thinned, bred like cattle and bought/stolen from the surface.

And somewhere in between are about half a thousand young kids between the ages of 40 and 80-100, who are already out of the protected (very relatively) childhood age but have not yet become full members of the House. And if the children of the Matriarchs and Elite have a high (but far from full) guarantee of this status, the rest of them have a much harder time.

A jar of spiders with a forbidden social Darwinism elevated to an absolute. Space in the House is scarce, there are not enough slaves and servants for everyone, reinforcing rituals are scheduled for decades to come (regularly rewriting and sending the previous queue to the black and deep ass), and instructors and artifacts are also scarce... "All in all, not everyone will survive the winter" (c).

Young Drow are required to succeed at all times, and the only way to achieve success is by showing great talent, ingenuity, and skill without being pushed to the back by the less talented. And do not forget to push competitors. As a result, the strongest, most skillful, cleverest, and meanest in equal proportions of these qualities survive to Recognition.

One of the main criteria for Recognition is a trivial level (but, of course, it is not the only one).

Serious houses have a passing score of up to 35, which is even higher than that of light elves, but even the most bottom-of-the-line under-houses, barely eligible for House name, Emblem, and Right, do not lower the bar below 25.

As a result of this selection, part of the Unterdrow dies, and part is sacrificed (if properly sacrificed two brothers and a sister, with the right ritual, and with the right reinsurance, it is possible to hurt the psyche and soul on a minimum, and get the benefits to the maximum), and part, yes, all true, is sold or expelled from Dungeon (actually from the territory protected by House, but those who will survive in the Underground in 99. 999999 cases out of a hundred will be eaten), where their unenviable fate awaits.

So, yes, it's a lot easier to find an Afro-Elf toy than a regular one. First of all, they do sometimes appear as a commodity, even to the general (albeit rich) public, rather than under the table and with a lot of conspiracy. Second, no one really takes revenge for them, although it is not worth bragging about such slaves, or they would shut them up just for the sake of decorum.

But the crazy popularity of these toys hinders several factors.

1. The Drow are fiercely and violently hated by all who know them. Any dwarf sees black ears and sticks a war hammer between them, not caring if it's a slave or not and who the slave belongs to. The same is true of the younglings banished to the surface, most of whom are subjected to either immediate murder or a painful execution.

2. Among such given-away non-personalities, which the Drow society itself has abandoned, there are consistent "mines" with certain bookmarks, sub-personalities, hidden behavioral bombs, or whatever. The frequency depends on the situation, fluctuating from House to House, intermediary to intermediary. From every tenth to twelfth, to every third.

3. Of the previous point, the Drow are some of the best mentalists/slavemancer, second only to the Illithids, from whom they have stolen much in their raids. Oh, yeah. The Drow are also quite good at doing business with Hell, remaining the only race that doesn't lose everything in these matters by regularly putting down a lot of self-important Fiends. The Darkness in their selves is strong, and therefore all sorts of curses and even fleur techniques work poorly on them. Their paranoia, cultivated over centuries and centuries, allows them to keep the situation under control.

All this is to say that attempts to "open up" the "mine" planted in the heads of toys sold or caught on the surface can be successful, but just that they can. They are often missed, too, and few people want to keep such a snake on their chest.

4. The fact that Houses can sometimes sell a particularly screwed-up individual as a slave doesn't mean they do it often, so the merchandise is still considered exclusive. In any case, the Drow knows using one's blood in a ritual is possible. So this method of whipping is a show of disapproval for the Matriarch subjects who birth these misfits.

5. If you don't whitewash their brains, you are left with that gradual release or distortion of the bookmarks. So you need some kind of permanent anchor, like a collar, a tattoo, a very special ritual, a piercing... a ring.

And, again, if you don't whitewash them, the Drow mistresses are very domineering, bossy, and demanding. One of the most iconic ways of distorting thinking is to convince a Drow that she is the Mistress here, and therefore she can allow herself anything she wants. Even be affectionate and inexcusably gentle with her slave of the Human tribe. But even so, they are very bossy, and not everyone like it. It is difficult, but not impossible, to make a Drow meek and submissive, especially if the Drow is experienced and strong.

Now, gentlemen, let's look at the Omak.

Agatha could not have pushed through an a priori paranoid Drow captive, probably waiting for such a move, had it not been for Anthea's support.

The toy Titty is unequivocal of the failed citizens. Twenty-second level, and such a weak class (they prefer to be casters or warriors, and if lurkers they're certainly cooler than the comparatively useless Scout).

The Matriarch would never have allowed herself to be deceived in such a way, not even through Agatha's legendary trinket. And she wouldn't wear the ring around all the time, and any thoughts of such foolishness would cause a hundred feet of fire alarm in her mind. But if Agatha's legendary mythic Anthea were to work through her, that would be something to talk about.

Separately, it is worth noting the very presence of the Drow in Sorz. The closest place of their interest is Ramadon. Not the coastal (and most developed) part of it, but the plains, where settle those who do not like the King-Pirate, as well as his people. And so these Drow like to go "for slaves," even though Ramadon is such a backwater where only weak Houses go.

On that side, if you consider the matriarch the matriarch of a relatively modest, though not bottom-feeding House, her interest in Sorz is understandable. Ramadon is close, but there's nothing to take there. All the best is in the coastal cities. And they know all about the Drow, and it's not safe to go there. You'll wash yourselves in blood, and it'll be hard to recover.

And though Sorz is farther away, there are no Drow there, and getting to the capital is not so difficult, especially if you have the right network of agents. And while Agatha doesn't snitch on her native Sorz above measure, she doesn't forget to inform about Ramadon either, so the benefit is obvious. She is, after all, an agent who enters the head of the Security Service, not a passerby.

Anthea's actions override the inevitable shoals of Agatha, who simply has no chance of completely outplaying the motherfucking matriarch of the Underground House on one of her favorite fields!

That's it.

Once again, I am amazed, in a good way, by Brinar's attention to detail and his ability to guess even things that no one has shown you the details of.

Brinar - good boy.

Avada be like Brinar.

I'm not even talking about updates.

brinar1992: **Reads the author's commentary and is charged with positive energy for the day and the next weekend.**

I wanted to clarify. Anthea, in my mind, was a student of HK's. Who was almost killed along with her mentor, and who is still somewhat paranoid since she couldn't forge 100% confirmation of her death.

About her introduction, it was not originally intended. But then I realized that Agatha "doesn't make it." Or if she does, she's too much of an unrealistic Mary Sue. She looked a lot like her, which didn't make me happy.

But then just came the idea that Agatha was not so clever and smart in her own right, bending everyone over. That's how Anthea came to be. And the Omak had to be rewritten a bit, giving hints of Agatha's extraordinary luck or the spontaneity of her idea of wooing the whole matriarch.

P.S. I have an idea for another Omak, I'll start writing it this weekend.

P.P.S. All the best to the author once again, and a speedy recovery.

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Hello. I read your omake about Anthea the Heroine of Corrupting Gifts. A question has arisen: When HK recruited his disciples, he was great, but then he was killed, and his disciples were thinned. They have no choice but to hide from the vigilantes. But why go to his apprentices? That with a level 50+ and 2 legendary classes to hide in the ruins afraid to stick out? It is already clear that the heirs of his cause will be pursued. Kostik has no choice, but the HK successors have a choice. The Alurei are full of hypnotists, slavemancers, whoremancers. They're like cheese in butter, taking advantage of all the benefits and getting rich. Why even complicate your own life? What's the point?

brinar1992: Good morning.

When the apprentice of HK offered Anthea an apprenticeship, she did not tell her who she was. Moreover, she was sure that she was long forgotten and thought to be long dead. Because after the fall of the HK, she had been in hiding for quite a long time. But as time passed, she decided the danger had passed and returned to her favorite pastime. Under a different name, a different look, and on the other side of the continent.

And to make it easier to work, she took an apprentice. Who, of course, accepted her offer. After all, it gave her incredible prospects that she would not have had otherwise. And, of course, Anthea was no heroine at the time, not even close. Just a talented girl with the right outlook with the right background for the right classes. And she was fine at first. She didn't roll around like cheese in butter, but her levels, skills, and well-being grew.

In general, I strongly suspect good slavemansers/whoremancers (hypnomancer is a bit of a separate topic) cannot help but have many enemies. The expense of the profession/class, so to speak. Yes, they can live quite comfortably under an influential patron. But there is always the risk that gratitude from friends/relatives of "clients" will suddenly arrive.

And then Anthea, who had gained a lot of levels, experience, and skill (as well as personal toys), got fucked up. Because the memory of some of the inhabitants of Alurei, with their long, pointy ears, was far better than the student of HK thought it would be. They figured her out "by her handwriting," and then they gave her a big "fuck you" for all the good she had done. Anthea had miraculously survived, and she had drawn the right conclusions.

Since then, she has been in hiding, acting only through puppets who don't even know they are puppets in 90+% cases. The adventure with the Matriarch of the Drow is, by Anthea's standards, a great risk, which she did not immediately decide to take, but in the end, the benefits outweighed her. And it's not just the money. It's the opportunity to gain experience and level up. It's not easy. To get level up at 50+ you need the appropriate deeds.

And again, the conditions in the dungeon are quite comfortable. I did not describe it, but it is clear that there is no dampness, mold, or cobwebs. There is good furniture, household artifacts, a bathroom, and a fuckbed (that boy-assistant is not the only one who brightens up the hard-working life of Anthea).

It goes something like this. I hope I have answered in sufficient detail.

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